Never Once

 

 

photo courtesy of www.capecentralhigh.com

"dawn of mourning exhibit in athens"

 

 

There is a naked indecency
to the rain slicked night
cobblestones glisten
with a regalia
of unanswered questions
wispy clouds
                         so terribly fickle
flit from star to star

Draped in street lamp illumination
she watches the scene
remembering paths traveled
in the name of love
                 paths now wearing
                                    the misty raiment of love’s tears

But just as Aphrodite rose

                       from the white foam of the raging sea
                          she too would rise
indeed, she would
answer all the questions
while walking on a path
of wild rose petals
never again feeling the sting
of the thorny briers
hidden there

 

 

Reviews

[ron s king]

I read this poem, not once but many times and gaining a different sense each time. Sometimes there was as sense of giving up and walking out into a rain of hopelessness. Yet again, I sensed the sense of the Phoenix, a soft arising. I do like your style, the short and penetrating style which I could never gain.
Thank you for allowing the read...Ron.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ron, your comments are just wonderful. Yes, I do try to "keep it pithy" as a college professor of mine used to say. I appreciate your comments. Lydi**

[Zach]

There is always hope! I'm not sure I'm much of an optimist myself, but when I read this I think, "why not?"

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you for your review, Zach. Lydi**

[MsJewel]

Oh those fickle clouds...yes love can be fickle too, but I love the bit of hope rising from the white foam of the raging sea...Stunning, stunning poetry my friend. Another masterpiece from your golden pen. :) Julie

[Lydia Shutter]

Julie, your comments mean a lot to me. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[OTownPete]

The description grasp of your words and the amalgam they form never cease to amaze me and draw me into the picture you have painted with their deft placement Lydi. Your friend in words, Pete

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you once again, Pete. I have missed you. Lydi**

[Distantview123]

Love can be fickle, even when you think you have it nailed! But this is primarily a poem full of hope. Love will abide in the world, otherwise life itself will become meaningless. I love the idea of wispy clouds being fickle, and flitting from star to star...wonderful imagery! Well penned, Lydi! ~ Robert.

[Lydia Shutter]

Robert, I appreciate your comments. Thank you. Yes, there is always hope. I try to convey that in most of my poems. My rose colored glasses are still on my nose after all these years. :) Lydi**

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The set of this got me...and the rest just gave a gentle flow with the words...I liked the touch of Aphrodite in the scheme of things here...

[Lydia Shutter]

I often inject the Greek or Roman G-ds into my poetry.....they are so inspirational! Thank you very much, Glen. Lydi**

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...just that part caught me...

[Joyce S. Greene]

Love is indeed fickle, Lydi, until the right one comes along and then you know you are safe. Lovely poetry and I never expect less from you. Have a wonderful day.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Joyce. Lydi**

[Sasha]

wow .. this is one great poem !

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks, Sasha. Lydi**

[Angi]

The first lines paved the way for me. I see her step has lightened as she takes this path. Lovely work here, Lydi. Angi~

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Angi. Have a good weekend. Lydi**

[ANTO]

Wet cobbles always remind me of the 1960s spy-swap movies starring Michael Caine - they are dramatic and mysterious.
The girl/woman is like a spymaster I feel ready to swap her old for the new
Loved the marriage of image and poem Lydia
X

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, Michael Caine would wander the cobblestone streets wearing a trench coat in many movies. I remember them well...and fondly. Thanks for the great comment, Anto. Lydi**