Unfettered

She stood against a backdrop of flaming red petals,
her memories shut tight inside a heart shaped box
filled with a time she could almost touch but never reach.
Their fragrance had waned with passing years.

Immersed in the now kept that box shut
so that she could keep her mind from wandering
into fields so deeply textured, filled with a raw beauty
of a love lost that had splintered into thorns.

The things that can pierce us the deepest
sometimes dull over time but still
they have the ability to draw blood
and conjure a dizzying kaleidoscope of thought.

This was her looking glass into a world of soft rouged lips
flawlessly pursed with promise and the belief of a more
so elusive she could not find words for it, just colors,
imbued with the naiveté of fleeting youth.

Yet in all things there are lessons if you are willing to learn.
Some seeds lie dormant waiting for a signal to root, grow and bloom,
so she took a breath and thrust the trowel deep into the ground
smoothed her dress, sat, and smelled the rich soil of unfettered possibility.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Unfettered possibilities is a dream we sleep upon... that plays an overture of clouds that drift slowly by... truly, Pat

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much.

[Ruth]

Even the most darkest of lessons hold salvation for us, may not feel like it at the time but is often the case, this is so beautifully written :)

[icelandicblue]

THANK YOU POPPY~ AND YOU ARE RIGHT, EVERYTHING IS A LESSON IF WE ALLOW IT TO BE.

[Einstein Noodle]

just exquisite Icey! i am wooed softly through the tragedy ... wound around all the roads taken and delivered to a sublime moment in the garden ..wonderful closing ... wonderful poem .. i am sitting in the afterglow ..:)
E.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you my friend. I hope you are well.

[Einstein Noodle]

very well thank you! you and yours are in my prayers always :) joy and health and healing to all!!! :))))

[Sheila Kline]

It is the unfettered possibilities of life that allow us to have hope, to forge on in spite of the obstacles that are hurled at us. Your expression of this lesson of life is exceptional with vivid detail that allows me to see her in the all of her experience!
You have written a beautiful and mesmerizing message for readers to embrace!

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Sheila! I appreciate your lovely review.

[Alfred Kukitz]

A strong feel for the deep, words encompassing soul's form with a small whisper of hope. It doesn't get any better in thought or form.

Regards,
Al

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Alfred. I appreciate it.

[V]

I like your choice of words a lot, the wording reminds me of my older poetic short stories and I love it when a writing reads relatable. A creative, metaphorical and nicely crafted piece on an old and naive love.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for your kind words Vanessa. It's nice to meet you.

[V]

You're welcome. Nice to meet you too.

[Mark]

Working. Creating some sort of order from chaos is very therapeutic. Nice, thoughtful write.

[icelandicblue]

Hi Mark~ Chaos will reign if we let it. And you are very astute...this was highly therapeutic.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear friend.
"Yet in all things there are lessons if you are willing to learn.
Some seeds lie dormant waiting for a signal to root, grow and bloom,
so she took a breath and thrust the trowel deep into the ground
smoothed her dress, sat, and smelled the rich soil of unfettered possibility."
Above lines. Good old fashion wisdom to be lived by. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[icelandicblue]

Hello! Thank you so much and I am glad you enjoyed that last stanza!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

bad seeds grow into ugly roses with wicked thorns...but when they are dug up and replaced...the new roses can grow into beauty and love...and help us forget the old pain.

nicely metaphoric piece.

j.

[icelandicblue]

So very true jacob. Sometimes bad seeds even get struck by lightening (Patty McCormack)... But beauty always finds its way back in. Thank you so much for your kind review.

[Pryde Foltz]

This was her looking glass into a world of soft rouged lips
flawlessly pursed with promise and the belief of a more
so elusive she could not find words for it, just colors,
imbued with the naiveté of fleeting youth.

Always so pleased to see you've released something new. A big fan, icy blue:)

[icelandicblue]

Hi Pryde! It's nice to see you as well. I appreciate your uplifting comments.