suddenly

"blonde at window" photography by hanulinka

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

the moon laughed at me last night

and this morning the sun snickered

the palm fronds took 

their morning bath of sunshine

spiders wove their webs

and still i was stagnant

unchanging

               then 

on the glider

of a faraway patio

i sat

till thorns of a rose

pricked my mind

bringing thoughts of you

to the forefront

emptying pockets of self doubt

and suddenly 

i smiled

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"their morning bath of sunshine"---"emptying pockets of self-doubt"
wicked lines in a dazzling piece of description...yes, those thoughts to erase self-doubt are often several patios away...if only we can reach them before we get too pricked by that rose...
she symbolizes contentment...but lots of unsureness perks up around her.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

thanks so much, Jacob. Your reviews make me believe I am really a poet! :) Lydi**

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This smile on the end make this poem more charming. Like there is always great relive after every storm. It's feels almost like blessing.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Martin. Lydi*

[Einstein Noodle]

"till thorns of a rose
pricked my mind"
stunning! would awaken the dead says i! i feel the pain of it .. thorn pricks hurt man! ;) but it truly is one side only .. and in your closing .. i am remembering the good times ... the true love .. sublime scene setting dahlink! really liked reading and experiencing!
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, E. Yes, thorns can hurt, but I think they make us appreciate the rosy times. Lydi**

[Gee]

I do wish that I had a romantic streak that would allow me to pen such poetry. Another loverrrly piece Lydia

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks, Gee. My favorite genre is romantic poetry....though I write other "stuff" too as you know. I appreciate the review. Lydi**

[Dave Brown]

another beautiful write with not a wasted word
what to make of the oft-maligned rose with both its beauty and prickles
I'll take the beauty
I don't think I can emphasize enough just what a wonderful write this is
I both post and read a lot of 'stuff' here but none of it compares with this

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, Dave, that is quite the review. Thank you. You made my day! Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your poetry has always been like going home for me, where everything is warm and familiar. I love when your write like this, for it truly gives me something to aspire to.

Here's to getting stronger everyday...take care my friend!

[Lydia Shutter]

Kelly! So happy to see you on my page! I hope you are doing well during the pandemic. Thank you so much for the review. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Can't imagine you NOT smiling though know there must be times.. From somewhere deep inside you there seems to be a well of purely drawn pleasure just waiting to prick the mind, to make it feel, to bring absolute joy! I would have added those two phrases, but - j.. got there before me!

Yet another fine write, Lydi.. pensive, perceptive.. and one to take me into sweet dreams. Take care, keep safe. Go slowly too, please.

[Lydia Shutter]

I do try to smile through the hard times....it has gotten me far in life. Your words are so kind, Emma. I so appreciate them. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Waving across the ocean.. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

waving right back at you!

[emmajoy]

I KNEW you'd do that... ... :)

[Moh. Ghufron Cholid]

Suddenly i am interesting read it

[Lydia Shutter]

thank you! Lydi

[John the Baptist]

Are the thorns of the rose literal, or do they symbolize something else? It really doesn't matter, because they served to bring the speaker out of a stagnant state which had seemed oblivious to the charms of nature. As the rose is the symbol of love, apparently the memory of someone special succeeded where all else failed.

[Lydia Shutter]

thank you so much, John....as for the rose, that is up to the reader to decide! Lydi**

[AJNJ]

We cling very stubbornly to our self-doubts sometimes till lo and behold there comes someone special enough to make us rethink ourselves. A rose is so symbolic here. With its beauty and its thorns, its a perfect symbol of love. Something that fills one with smiles, erases self-doubts. Another great poem Ms. Lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

Pestonjee, thank you so much. I appreciate your review. Lydi*

[AJNJ]

My pleasure to read such fine poetry always, Ms. Lydi! You're welcome!

[Patricia Wedel]

If only we had thorns... we would be safer...
a natural weapon when prying citizens
place their hands on us. Suddenly...
I feel protected by my own resources....
Because of you and the morning dew.
gently, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Pat. Have a wonderful day. Lydi**