G

I wrote this poem for a man I cared about in 1970 ... Free Verse - Aligned right

               

               G

His grey-blue eyes

      illuminated by

                the light,

     saw me as I am.

                   Naked,

    I sat before him,

         unclothed of

         false dreams,

      and white lies.

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read this poem and perhaps the others I have posted.
I always appreciate reviews and I always review whatever I have read.
So, join me now for a nice cappuccino!!

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Simple poem yet complex in its meaning, methinks. To be so still, yet feel so comfortable sans posing or making believe is such a glorious feeling. Feeling whole, at peace, withou facade just Self yet Everything. That is what makes the world glow as it goes around and around in love. Your pen struck gold with this

[Lisasview]

Good morning Emma Joy,
Thank you for reading and reviewing my little poem.
I wrote this in my 20’s
I just posted a new one circus, plus my revised Faerie poem.
I think you might like them…
Lisa

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

there's a naivete to this poem, unlike other works of yours i've read. but your writing still has a way to reach my soul. vulnerability is expressed exquisitely, unflinchingly. i could see the grey-blue eyes and the whole room. a very dramatic vignette.

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
I wrote this poem in my very early 20’s so yes there is a change in my writing…. A growth for sure…
I am happy that you saw the difference.
Lisa

[Raven A. Myn]

Truly incredible how much is said with such few words.

[Lisasview]

I just reread my words and think...how did I write this in my early 20's...where did those thoughts come from? .. I feel honoured that you and the other reviewers like my words...
Lisa

[SM]

This is profound... with few words you have captured one's truly vulnerable self... no armour, no masks, no barriers.... We have so many layers that we put on/use to safeguard ourselves... only a true connection can see through all that. Hope it's a nice day in Spain :)

[Lisasview]

And, yet dear SM another earlier write of mine... I remember G very well..
Thank you for reading again and reviewing!!
Lisa, almost time for dinner

[lightsong]

Still a little masterpiece.... 💗💗💗

[Lisasview]

You are an angel...so glad we connected.. Isn't life amazing!!
Lisa, finally on the computer

[lightsong]

Yes life is amazing 💓💓💓

Ghounwah is still AWAY from here computer!

[Lisasview]

Ha ha...I spent the past two hours just thanking people for their reviews and also reviewing a few...
No time to write... ahhhh well, there is always tomorrow..
Lisa, almost time for dinner and a glass or two of good Spanish wine..

[lightsong]

Enjoy your times♥️

[Lisasview]

We do... wishing you were here..
L

[lightsong]

Awaa! Thank You 💗😘🤗

I saw your 16 old photo yesterday and commented there. You were/are SO GORGEOUS 😍😍😍😍

Ghounwah, drinking coffee and scribbling on paper...

Love You ❣️😘🤗

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
just finished reviewing and reading reviews..now I need to spend time cleaning...
Love you too,
Lisa...morning in Spain

[lightsong]

Good Morning now afternoon 12 pm here... I need to clean the house too but there is not enough Water... been trying to fix this problem for about three weeks now, the one who is responsible for delivering the water in my area is a VERY VERY nasty one! I talked to him with politeness few times, but some people don't understand but the strong language. so my patience is DONE with him, I spoke with his manager today. He now got to see my ugly face, last year he did the same thing and he got to see the evil side of Ghounwah. He asked for it.

Ghounwah is ranting and sending hugs to Sweet Lisa 💗

[Temperance]

How much more true and honest can we be but when we are naked? There has to be a great amount of trust to do that. Such a beautiful honest poem Ms. Lisa. Temp

[Lisasview]

Ye, Temperance and also naked can mean totally clothed but naked in our truth...
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review..
I do so appreciate it...
Lisa, almost time for dinner and a nice glass or two of Spanish wine...

[Temperance]

Sounds Yummy!

[Lisasview]

Food and wine here are always great..

[Robert Haigh]

A good, honest write, Lisa. Totally without posturing or pretence. Beautiful, and quite touching! It has an inherent sadness, as we are left with the feeling that this love drifted away somehow. It is a true blessing when we find someone we feel we can truly trust, and be totally honest with. You say so much in just a few words here! Excellent poem!

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much Robert...
This little poem of mine was written when I was 22 years old in 1970...
Thank you again for reading and reviewing..
lisa, almost time for a glass of wine

[Robert Haigh]

I was also 22 in 1970, Lisa. We are of the same vintage... lol!

[Lisasview]

Born in 1948? Where were you living as a young person..

[Robert Haigh]

Yes, born in 1948. I have lived all of my life in West Yorkshire, England. A few different towns or villages, but all within a few miles of each other.

[Lisasview]

I was born I Hollywood, California.. My mother was English.. Born in Manchester.
I have family in Skipton and I have been to England several times. 1 1/2 ago we moved from the ocean in California to Benitachell, Spain...
Lisa, finally on the computer

[Red Brick Keshner]

As I read this, I take my last sip of coffee, the first cup in the last 2 months. After my dad passed there didn't seem to be a need for caffeine. silly but here we are with this poem: when we are disrobed of false dreams and white lies, bare as only we can be, in their presence we are truly free. This is a wonderful place and moment. If moments can be extended to days and years, such open vulnerability is a blissful existence we (most of us) can only aspire to. I have come close on many occasions, they are gems that my wife and I share and work on to cultivate and keep. Thanks for sharing, LIsa.

[Lisasview]

Hi Freds... why do you not drink coffee anymore?
I am not sure you are aware or not but I wrote this in 1970 when i was 22 years old... Losing a parent is terrible. My father was 96 when he died..and, he was still smart as a whip... My mother died at 85 ... I miss them both...and think of them so often.
Being true to our selves is really so very important..
Glad you liked my poem...
Lisa, now in Spain

[Red Brick Keshner]

I totally wrote that wrong. Sorry, Lisa. It was my last sip of the day's coffee, and it being the first cup I've had in a while. Mind must be drifting. Apologies. Wow, 96. My dad was 80. Three major strokes. My mother is 83 and still battling on.

[Lisasview]

Wonderful that you still have your mother and still enjoy coffee..ha ha..
Lisa, nearly time for a glass or two of good spanish red wine

[Aura]

I clicked on this poem because of the title "G". It was interesting because what could G possibly have meant? This poem, so short yet so powerful. Its not everyday we meet someone who we can trust so much to be our true selves, unclothed of the fake personas and lies we make for ourselves. This poem speaks of trust, and love... G means: Gem, Great, glorious — all of which this piece is :) enjoyed this alot!

[Lisasview]

Hello again dear Aura,
What an interesting take on my little poem. I wrote this in 1970 even was 20 years old.
It was about a man I was dating at the time...but your take that the G could mean so many things is wonderful.
Thank you,
Lisa, early morning in Spain

[Aura]

My pleasure.

[roarke]

Ah, you are in good company here Lisa, some of the better poets have discovered you. I’ll concur with their impressions. Sublime work here.

[Lisasview]

How very nice of you to say Roarke.. You do realize that I wrote this in 1970...I was 22 years old.. I have been writing for quite some time, but never ever showed anyone any of my work. Until a couple of months ago when I decided to look into posting my work...And, voila , a whole new adventure happened.. Really loving it.
To say my little G poem is sublime is really quite something.
Thank you for reading and reviewing,
Lisa, getting late her in Spain