candle-lit

candle-lit

A Poem by Lydia Shutter


photography by ilya rashap
you led me into a fresh forever
one i had never even dared to dream
the gap between fantasy and reality
was deliciously closed
with sips of sun-brewed tea
and kisses placed right there

i was your rose and baby's breath bouquet
and you arranged me artistically
till my eyes were emptied of seeing
and my skin saw all i needed to see
together
we followed the winding road 
on an intricate map of sensuality
ripples of wishes were smoothed 
by your too perfectly choreographed
magic touch
until alone
i realized my fresh forever
was nothing more than a candle-lit dream

© 2019 Lydia Shutter


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The most bittersweet reality is the moment you wake from such wondrous dreams, knowing not even modern technology can record such precious moments and we finf ourselves playing the dreamwish jukebox each time after, when our head hits the pillow and we wait to see if it plays again.
Beautifully captured Lydi.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Lorry. Lydi**



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This is such a wonderful write here, it's lovely

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thank you! Lydi*
The delicacy of rearranging a rose and baby breath's bouquet so artistically is
sensually desirable... when sips of sun-brewed tea and lips enjoy reality.
Only a Greek Goddess could dream of a fresh forever so beautifully created.
truly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

My dear friend, your reviews are always wonderful. Thank you so much. Lydi**
We can but hope to have dreams like this. Beautifully sensual and all embracing. How often does it happen?
We can but hope it happens in real life, and sometimes it does, but mostly it doesn't. You are an expert at this genre Lydi**. I curtsey to you.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

It is the one I find most difficult and avoid like the plague :))
Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Different strokes for different folks, right? :)
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Nicely expressed Lydi**:)
No one could have stated it more beautifully than you have done here, Lydi. Everything in life is transient, more so love. What seems too perfect, usually is. Choreography is for the stage, not for relationships. It’s a great word you used here. I loved it. Yet, the good times must be cherished. 🌷

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Divya....you are absolutely right. The good times need to be held close to one's he.. read more
AYVID N

5 Years Ago

You’re welcome, my dear friend. It’s always such a pleasure to read your words.
I am so glad you have started to lay a little summat special on the quilt of our Fridays again me luvverly Lydi**... this one, tho a little sad.. made me shudder and true.. darn near perfectly poemed, in my book N:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Ah, this was a mild Friday write....but they will be warmer again as the weather changes! :) Thank.. read more
Neville

5 Years Ago

always a pleasure....
This is an honest message that winds around the lessons of love. It's great how you gradually approach the core message so I don't see the twist coming. Usually I do not care for "perfect" love sentiments or scenarios, for exactly this reason . . . an uninhibited downhome love is where its at! *smile* You have an amazing way of picking details that pop! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Details that pop...love that concept. Hey, people say I accessorize like that too! :) Thank you s.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

Oh to be back when I used to pop visually too! *wink! wink!*
I was in that 'dream' until those last three lines Lydi... here in black and white is the crash and burn, the place where reality replaces fantasy and all we hoped would be, is nevermore.... such dreams become bitter wake up calls to a shrill alarm that sometimes refuses to be silenced until the clock is smashed against the wall.. the emotional pull in your poem is felt deeply Lydi, makes you almost want to never awaken.... this is just very 'nice' art packaged in words and reality, lit by a candle.... and the use of 'nice' is also understated Lydi...

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Curt, I always appreciate your "nice" reviews....glad you felt the dream. That damned alarm clock d.. read more
Whoa ! Quite the fantasy reaped here. As usual, when you come to the park on a Friday you bring your "A game". ~Jim

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

:) Sports analogies...love it! thanks, Jim. Lydi**
The most bittersweet reality is the moment you wake from such wondrous dreams, knowing not even modern technology can record such precious moments and we finf ourselves playing the dreamwish jukebox each time after, when our head hits the pillow and we wait to see if it plays again.
Beautifully captured Lydi.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Lorry. Lydi**

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