i morphed

artwork from paintingvalley.com

the stars fell out of my eyes 

and into my pockets that night

just before i tucked my unsaid words

beneath the covers

where no one would ever hear them

then i put my smile under my pillow

for a time when it could be put to good use

never would i look at the world

or you

the same again

pleasantries of polite conversation 

vanished into another universe

one my passport refused to allow me to enter

hocus pocus

presto changeo

i morphed into an adult

Reviews

[Neville]

dag nabit.. and I came back as a rabbit.. oh excuse me .. that's another story altogether.. Hey Lydi** how well you capture those unforgettable but micro moments that seemed so big at the time and maybe even actually were bigger than our moms said they were... I really like these words, because they are more than that and they mean more than how they read... and only a poet can do that .... N :)

[Lydia Shutter]

And you would know this...since you are certainly a poet, my friend. Thanks for the review. Lydi**

[Neville]

xxxxx those aint hiding a cuss word.. they are little kisses .. but then you knew that, didn't ya... N :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Sure I did....and even my hubby thinks they are okay! :)

[Neville]

Phew.. thanks Lydi** and him of course.. :)

[Fay Slimm]

A poet's poem if ever I read one - full of surprise metaphor and more - really enjoyed this bit of first class writing Lydia.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a lovely review, Fay. Thank you. Lydi**

[Fay Slimm]

My pleasure indeed.

[Lorry]

Well Lydia, you start with a wow line and just keep upping your game from then on. Tucking words and smiles away unused, I remember that feeling so well from my youth and onwards. Silence as a choice can only come from not being heard and I feel that power of silence.
Waiting to grow up to be heard and seen, then you get there and still find silence, as well as regret of leaving that child behind as we fall into adulthood. Now I'm here, all I want is those childhood laughs and smiles I was too grown up for.
The phrase youth is wasted on the young springs to mind. I certainly understand that now, as my knees creak at the slightest movement.
Presto changeo me back please 😀

[Lydia Shutter]

If only we could change back, my friend....if only. Thank you so much for your review. Lydi** PS My knees empathize with yours!

[Lorry]

As long as I'm fit enough to complain, I'm happy 😀

[John the Baptist]

Apparently, someone really screwed up royally. This well written offering recounts one of life's lessons, wherein somebody else's ideals were given the extreme cold water treatment. Learning can be an unpleasant experience, and I dare not speculate on how the relationship went after this moment. Really enjoyed this piece.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, John. Your reviews mean a lot to me. Lydi**

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Good to read this, Lydia.
And thank for sharing it.

I like the content of this piece and its composition.
They are well structured and your exposition here is phenomenal.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much. Lydi*

[Chris Shaw]

A defining moment Lydi**. An event which was a milestone in your young life. You moved from child to adult. Painful, but part of growing up. This is a great poem because it's a mystery as well.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

Chris, I always appreciate your in depth reviews....thank you so much. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my, Lydi...this is a wonderful write.

just love the texture...i like where you went with it....was a mystery from the early lines.
but yes...we grow up as we realize our mistakes...don't we?

"presto changeo"----

[Lydia Shutter]

Your review means a lot to me, Jacob. Thanks so much. Lydi**