we all grew up

artwork "diva" by christiane vleugels

you were electric

the atmosphere exploded in your presence

or at least you thought it did

until that day

the even-spaced ringing of the bell

from the church on main street

was the backdrop for your tears

suddenly you were not invincible

you had experienced loss

all the candles in that church were lit

but you never noticed they were

flickering and slowly dying

like our not-so-storybook romance

even the cellophane grass in easter baskets

wilted that year

and we all grew up

Reviews

[Ardra]

all the candles in that church were lit
but you never noticed they were
flickering and slowly dying
like our not-so-storybook romance

Hmmmm such honest feeling of realising the loss is inevitable... for Every one...
Beautiful poem as usual Lydi... love all of your creation :))

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Galadriel. Lydi**

[Yousra Alsubaihi]

I loved your words, I felt that they were entering the depth, it was very deep

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Yousra.

[Neville]

Another truly beautiful write Lydi**, seemingly filled to brimming over with nostalgic but sad recollections... you have captured those then moments so very well.......N

[Lydia Shutter]

Neville, I appreciate your lovely review. Lydi**

[Neville]

I fell far short of doing it the justice it so deserves...

[Ken Simm.]

Such a beautiful if melancholic write. Filled with the truths of experience.

[Lydia Shutter]

Some experiences are shared by us all. Thank you, Ken. Lydi**

[barleygirl]

This poem has a stunning effect. It seems a little different (more melancholy) than your usual style, but equally powerful. Your imagery is so original & vivid, so many phrases are startling & thought-provoking. The "cellophane grass wilting" is such a creative ending, along with your melancholy-laced title/ending line! *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

We all are changed when we suffer a loss...no matter how old we are at the time. Thank you for your review, Margie. Always appreciated. Lydi**

[Govind singh]

Great lines...great work of words..

[Lydia Shutter]

thank you! lydi**

[Stella Armour]

the deflated ego of youth, and it has to happen so that we do grow up and leave the mistaken illusions behind us.
i just love the closing lines about the cellophane wilting.. a touch of genius there lydia :)

[Lydia Shutter]

So sweet of you to say that, Stella. I appreciate the time you take to read and review my words. LydI**

[Stella Armour]

my pleasure ..always :)

[CD Campbell]

If the cellophane grass wilts it's definitely time something ended. I've got that stuff in the closet from 10 easters ago and it still looks perfect. It's a sad thing that all romantic love must end some way or another. It can be viewed in a positive manner if something comes out of it that is anything as lovely as your poem, even if it is a poem about endings. CD

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much for the lovely comment. Lydi**

[SleeplessVolcano]

Such a trip down memory lane, these words. Those days, when we had galaxies in our eyes, and nothing seemed impossible, and we just wanted to scream into life's face..."Yes, yes, yes!".......until the icy cold water of reality washes over us.....and we realize, often too late, that things, often most things, do not turn out the way we planned it...

Brilliant poetry....:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Your review is absolutely poetic, Sleepless! Thank you so much. Lydi**

[DIVYA]

Realization settles on us like the softly falling autumn leaves. Subconsciously, we close some doors, open new ones. Our journey goes on...Thank you for sharing this sadly beautiful, insightful poem, dear Lydi...

[Lydia Shutter]

Divya, your reviews are always welcome. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

There is nothing like loss that brings us to our own mortality, and how fleeting time itself can be. Beautiful artwork and poetry, Lydi!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Kelly. Lydi**