about you

artwork by chekirov

i’ve waved adieu to the past

more times than I wish to admit

and long since said goodbye to late evenings

ending in steamy mornings

still, i hold your hand

between the lines of my poetry

taking you with me on many an adventure

i lean over the edge of reality

reaching for you

knowing you will dazzle me

like the sun sweeping across the morning sky

sate me

like the viennese table at a posh wedding

surprise me

like a visit from a long lost friend

you hold me even when you are not here

and that’s why i lie a little to myself

lost in the vastness of possibility

refusing to admit failure

every time i write

about you

 

Reviews

[highonwords]

a what could have been poem - about someone the subject writes with care, like walking on eggshells, careful not to disturb the memory - what and how it perceives the relationship with the beloved - a sad kind of comfort - like waves washing over one's feet on sand and stones - the absence of the beloved is haunting and says it all, but it leaves the lover hanging, because the lover can't let her feelings go for the beloved - thank you, lydia, for sharing this with us :)

steph

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Steph. Lydi**

[highonwords]

you are always welcome, lydia :)

steph

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Lydi. I feel this very deeply. When someone touches your very core, how do you stop feeling that? I love deep emotion in your words. This is so touching :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Lynn. Lydi**

[Sanober]

"still, i hold your hand
between the lines of my poetry
taking you with me on many an adventure"

Like many others, i am deeply touched by these lines.
We are never really set free from memories, are we?
Every time i read your poems, i embrace your emotions
and memories and they become mine too. and then i feel them
even stronger with the wonderful images you put forth.
Beautiful my friend!.

[Lydia Shutter]

Sanober, you are a sweetheart! Thank you for truly reading my words and for feeling them. Lydi**

[Beccy]

A lovely poem Lydia, which shows that waving goodbye to the past also embraces in the future.

'still, i hold your hand
between the lines of my poetry.'

I rarely pick out particular bits of a poem, preferring instead to absorb the whole, but they are two quite exquisite lines.

Beccy.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Beccy. Lydi*

[Miss Sharon]

"still, i hold your hand between the lines of my poetry taking you with me on many an adventure i lean over the edge of reality" Awesome writing my friend and I can relate. ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Sharon. Lydi*

[MsJewel]

I lean over the edge of reality reaching for you
knowing you will dazzle me....oh Lydi - stunning imagery my friend. The images you have created are breathtaking.
Time passes by and people leave us...but the love stays in a very special place in one's heart. Thank you for sharing that special place in this gorgeous poem.

:) Julie
100/100 visits from a long lost friend....

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, Julie, you are always a welcome visitor to my page. Thank you so much. Hope all is well with you. Lydi**

[Perkele.7885]

It's nice to have that place that you can go for a period of comfort, hear what only you can hear, feel what only you can feel. Alone together, wherever you may be physically, you are somewhere else, much more engaging

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Perkele. Lydi*

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like Dante's Beatrice, Keats' Fanny, Yeats' Maude and Eliot's Vivienne, your muse has deeply inspired your work and i can sense that he will continue to do so for as long as you are able to hold a pen...i really love the similes in this work and the acknowledgement that some love never really leaves us...this is beautiful poetry, Lydi and I love the art work, too! - Thomas

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Thomas.....what an incredible review this is! Lydi**

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My pleasure!! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we just can't let go of that certain someone from the past...so our poetry keeps us connected to him or her---and we carry that person in our hearts and let our hearts bleed for him or her with the ink of remembrance....again your description, imagery...breathtaking.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jacob. Lydi**