we all grew up

we all grew up

A Poem by Lydia Shutter


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

© 2018 Lydia Shutter


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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 :))



Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Galadriel. Lydi**
Yousra Alsubaihi

5 Years Ago

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

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Yousra.



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This is really a real good write, made me ponder off to my past.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

6 Years Ago

Thank you, Drifter. I like your icon....so relaxing to see the ocean!
Oh this is good! We did grow up and the romance died. Looking back at the scene we once thought was spectacular, now little more than a dusty pile of adolescent dreams. This poem has inspired me today. Thank you for the read, excellent!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

6 Years Ago

I am so pleased my words inspired you, Karen. Thanks for the review. Lydi**
Karen Redburn

6 Years Ago

Most welcome, have a beautiful day.
We did grow up in high school... to prepare us for a bittersweet future. Now in our autumn years we know the real meaning of tears. We walk on a tightrope of perhaps falling. Every day is a gift to be opened. truly, Pat

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Pat. Your reviews mean a lot to me. Lydi**
some grow up and grow away...

and we wonder what if...
then light some more candles.

j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

6 Years Ago

Yes, the "what ifs" are always with us. Thanks so much, Jacob. Lydi**

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