Innocence

Very different from anything I have ever written Free Verse

    Innocence....

     Innocence flew by,

     like an old crow

     looking for a place to die,

     with a world to discover ...

     few moments to listen.

     She sought what she felt;

     yet, never found it;

     time rose up 

     like an angry whale ...

     her heart tore.

     In spite, she waited

     for a moment of reprieve,

     tossing her wishes away,

     as the whale

     swallowed each.

     Wanting more of her innocence, 

     the whale waited.

     Waters opened 'n flowed;

     still, the whale waited ...

     Time disappeared; 

     as did she ...

     with her innocence.

              ~~~

Author's Note

If you happen to pass by and read my poem I would appreciate a review. I always review whatever I read.
Thank you,
Lisa

Reviews

[Vol]

Lisa,
I've long wondered what the loss of innocence actually means. I remember back in 1967, 8, and 9, I lived in Pensacola, Florida with a coterie of brilliant, beautiful friends discovering weed, and acid, and reveling in this new paradigm of sex, drugs, and Rock-n-Roll. Claudia introduced two new innocents into our tight group, and they were gorgeous, laughed easily, and danced like crazy! They were both engaged, but never brought their guys around. Both got married in the same church at the same time, and disappeared. A year later, I had moved to Wisconsin and did the same.
When I returned to Pensacola, I wanted to show off my new friends to my former classmates and went to find Claudia. Her mom gave me her new address, an old Painted Lady divided into apartments where she shared rooms with those two girls. They were divorced, and broken" their faces were hard, and their eyes flat. Innocence lost. I wrote about it:

IN THE GARDEN

In the garden of rock and roll girls
I knew back then were the eyes of
innocent laughter ripe for the gathering.

The taste of living was honey
on their lips and thighs
when they smiled at us
to the sound of guitar
poetry painting fantasies in
the blue nights and yellow days
spent guileless in the garden of
rock and roll girls I knew back then.

They danced with us in the
smoke of our wildest dreams
breathless, bouncing hair
and the drum of burning blood,
a fire in the garden until midnight
when the harvester comes wearing
a jeweled grin to share with them.

He lives today around their
white necks and naked wrists
slit by the fangs of innocence.

As you can see, I have long been troubled by this "rite of passage." And a few minutes ago, I clicked on your picture again, but it wasn't the same one as accompanies this poem. In that one you are giving a great guffaw, and full of joy. The one here speaks better to the theme.
Hmmm. I wonder if commenting like this is what we are supposed to do, rather than an analysis or critique, "Why did you use that word? or What did you mean by that image?". But somehow It is a little richer, I think, to speak directly to the poet and the poet's thoughts and feelings, Something I can't do with D. H. Lawrence, or Charles Bukowski or any of those other dead ones. So, unless you tell me otherwise, I'll carry on. But with messages rather than here, because I'd love to delve into some of the images and thoughts in this poem.
I hope your shoulder is healing, and i understand the pain, and the limitations it puts on how much you can write,

[Lisasview]

getting late here now so I will respond tomorrow..just want you to know that I got your review..the time difference is a drag.
Lisa, still in stupid pain..no drugs now just red wine

[Vol]

OW! Lisa!
I can relate... It is awful, and even the deep knowledge that this will pass does nothing to help, even climbing into a warm comfortable bed hurts! Been there, done that!
Vol

[V.R.S.C.]

Both a powerful poem and top review. I have nothing to add. Thank you both Lisa and Vol for sharing!

[Lisasview]

Thank you so so much!
Lisa

[Temperance]

Oh my.....such a dark...but, great poem Lisa. I was holding my breath feeling the tension build. Time is fleeting and, years have passed without us realizing it. As we look back we see what might have been if we had made different decisions or, taken a different route and, the affect of those decisions. So frustrating that we don't see it at the time of occurrences. So sad that innocence is taken away from all of us....one way or another. Wonderful write my friend! Temp

[Lisasview]

Good morning Temp,
Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my poem. I love your review as it clearly states what my little poem is all about.
Greatly appreciated, Lisa..working on my new poem

[Robert Haigh]

Once innocence has gone, it can never be truly regained. A sad truth. A highly poignant poem, Lisa!

[Lisasview]

Hi Robert,
Almost did not realise this review is from you as your image has changed.... Such a wonderful review and I thank you so much...
Lisa, working on my new poem today

[Robert Haigh]

Yes, I keep changing my profile picture, Lisa. Oops! There I go again! Good luck with your writing. I'll be dropping by soon!

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much Robert... Just posted Butterfly Kisses...
Lisa, back from a rather long day

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This was a beautiful, truthful poem. That anger when your innocence is taken... when it’s not addressed the anger only builds over time. Every word rings true and I would say more, but I apologize, this poem got me emotional. You describe these feelings so well. I can’t think of a line to even say is my favorite. That regret and anger and blame makes you turn into a speeding ball of emotion and everyone in your way often gets hurt until you fix it. Thank you for sharing.

[Lisasview]

Good morning Vertigo Cat,
Thank you so much for your great review!!! Glad that my little poem sparked emotions within you. Your comments about my poem are right on... So much emotion went into this poem...
Lisa, working on a new poem today

[Richard Knox]

Hello, Lisa,
I love the image of menacing, insatiable time devouring innocence! As though a constant diet of innocence is what sustains time. And we must continue to feed it. One of the darker poems of yours I’ve read so far.

I am making my way through your writing (and enjoying it very much!), but I’ve found that I can only read a couple of poems at a sitting on this site. Otherwise my senses and emotions are over-stimulated, kind of like eating too many rich dishes in every meal. But I look forward to tasting all of the fare on your menu over time.

Richard, morning here in Eastern Washington

[Lisasview]

Hi there Richard,
First let me thank you for reading my work and always leaving me such positive ~ fabulous reviews.
Yes, Innocence is quite different from any poem I have ever written... The words just came out of me...Really never changed anything with the original poem...I love your interpretation of my poem.... It tells me that you REALLY read it and thought about it. I too can not read too many poems in one sitting. In fact I have gotten to a point that I only read the poets I enjoy... Oh yes, I will look at a new poets work but if it isn't what I really want to spend my time reading then I no longer read their work...If that makes sense..I just do not have the time...
It seems I write a variety of poems...
For example my sensual poems...now where on earth did all that come from... And, recently NYMPH..again, where did that come from...All I know is that ever since I started posting my poems last February I have been writing pretty much every day. Several of my poems are older...When I was in my early 20's and they are different from my new ones... well, ofcourse they would be that was 50 years ago!!! And, alot has happened in my life over the past 50 years.
Anyway, I am delighted you enjoy reading my poems..
Thank you,
Lisa, already 8pm here in Spain

[Richard Knox]

Yes, I’ve started to avoid poetry that doesn’t engage me or presents an unbearably bleak view of life. I can get that from reading the news! But there are plenty of writers here who do produce poetry and prose that I really enjoy, and no doubt many more I have yet to discover.

Different topic:
We were talking a few days ago about the amazing paella we had in Spain, as well as Andalusian puff pastry, and (I don’t remember which city, but…) the most incredible hot chocolate I’ve ever had accompanying breakfast at a small hotel. This was all 45 years ago or so. Sadly, I haven’t been back to Spain since then. Have a good evening.

[Richard Knox]

Oh, and your sensual poem? My oh my! If wasn’t already hot here in Eastern Washington, those poems would raise the temperature in no time!

[Lisasview]

Ha ha Richard...
Lisa, super early here in Spain

[Fran Marie]

A well crafted poem on
innocence an attribute
that swiftly departs at
some point in life...and
the innocence is lost
so deeply expressed in
poetic verse here

Nice work

[Lisasview]

Good morning Fran Marie,
Thank you so much for your kind review..
Wan't sure everyone would understand as i used quite a few metaphors..Those metaphors came to me with no planning...
Lisa, cool morning in Spain..but it will be at least 90 degrees today

[mattavelli]

Hello, Lisa! :)
This is lovely thoughtful poetry with striking metaphors and great feeling. It reads to me like an ocean of regret/compromise. Thanks for sharing.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and review it.
This poem is very very different from any of my others...
Lisa, now in Spain

[Delmar Cooper]

So strange that in our youth innocence is a burden we wish to grind away from ourselves against gritty experience. Later, much later, it is regret at its loss we so want to shed.

[Lisasview]

Good morning Delmar,
I am delighted that you really understood my poem.. even with the metaphors.. You are so right in what you say...
Lisa, early morning in Spain

[W. Barrett Munn]

Hi, Lisa,
How are things in Spain?

I like the thrust of this poem. I read an interesting quote yesterday - it was behind a NYT paywall so I couldn't read the article but what I could read said, "Poetry leaves something out."

I thought that was a pretty good explanation. I fight writing prose in poetic format instead of writing poems. There is a fine line in poetry between too obtuse and too blatant.

I'm always chasing the idea in the last lines of Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening":
the woods are lovely soft and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and mile to go before I sleep

We, the readers, get to fill in all the blanks. That is our goal as poets - just enough but not too much.

[Lisasview]

Thank you for reading and reviewing..Not sure exactly what you mean..are you saying my poem is too obtuse or too blatant??
Lisa

[W. Barrett Munn]

These are decisions left to the individual poet. What you think is more important than what I think.

[Lisasview]

Thank you..Oh and Spain is glorious...
Lisa

[Tate Morgan]

Innocence is the quality we all hold
Priceless. We protected as long as we can in our children and grandchildren because we revere it. The most precious thing in life is time it is the one thing you were born with and from that moment on it runs out like the sands of an hourglass

[Lisasview]

Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem Tate..
I am glad to know you understood it..
read moreThank you for reading and reviewing my poem Tate..
I am glad to know you understood it..
Lisa, now in Spain

[Tate Morgan]

As my friend Fever would say “ ' One day the sands will surely shift, ~ And toppled I will be; ~ Spilling freely, I’ll reach out, ~ Returning to the Sea. '”

[Lisasview]

Good morning Tate,
I am up early and going through my poetry and came across your very nice response to my thank you...
I really love the words you sent me..a little poem that means so very much...
Thank you again

[Neville]

an intriguing poem if ever there was .. I felt like a voyeur until the second stanza and then, was tempted to don my psychoanalyst cap .. but hey, life is too short and I enjoyed the ride anyway ................ Neville

[Lisasview]

Glad you were intrigued..
This poem is so different than any I have ever written..
I wrote it down and never changed one word..
I find it so interesting to read what people feel about my poem.
Even I had to go back over it to see and feel what it all meant..
For me there is quite bit of hidden meaning behind my words..The old crow ...the whale, etc..
Glad you enjoyed the ride..
Lisa

[Neville]

I can imagine .. and I did indeed .. Neville :)