who can truly say?

artwork by anna razumovskaya

who can truly say?

armed with my pen and yellow pad

i ventured out there

the mcintosh air was intoxicating

writing words of fantasy

of monotone desire

but then…oh….the taut denim of his jeans

eyes where storms gathered

i needed to feel that rain

be the poet who experienced life

not just fondled words

my house of morals collapsed

the smell of my ink now mingling with our passion

a shadow of smoke probably wafted above my head

but it was so long ago

who can truly say?

 

Reviews

[Ardra]

the smell of my ink now mingling with our passion
a shadow of smoke probably wafted above my head
but it was so long ago
who can truly say?

mmmm always when i search for the poems that can set my soul on fire... its your page that comes to my mind... :)

thanks for sharing such beautiful creations Lydi..

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate you so much, Galadriel. Thank you. Lydi**

[Paul Bell]

Fantasy on the page, off the page to real life.
Morals are yesterday mummy's words.
What happened that day when the smoke cleared.
Who can truly say.?
Brill.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Paul. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[Paul Bell]

Meant to say. Is that Marina Dietrich.

[Lydia Shutter]

Marlena? I doubt it. Just a pretty painting.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An elegantly presented piece of reminiscence, looking back at a lustful moment now dulled into foggy memories. But sharp indeed as the poetry Lydi

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks very much, John. Lydi**