the dark side of morning

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

my eyes are tired 

on the dark side of morning

the room seems to spin

only with colors of you

(such a passionate kaleidoscope)

an ocean of emotion washes over me

once open wounds never really healed

tho' the pain splashed on a page long forgotten

seems almost hallucinatory now

then again you were my drug of choice

but here and now

in the dark side of morning

i still drown in the emotion

the waves attempting to wash away 

what would best be left forgotten

the burning, throbbing pain

of losing you

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Oh, that burning, throbbing pain of losing someone. Death is like a houseguest that never leaves, rearranging our lives as we know it. Your poetry has always been an ocean of emotion, for me, Lydi. It's good to know there is one constant that I can rely upon! Happy New Year, and I'm loving the new avatar, girlfriend!

[Lydia Shutter]

Happy New Year, Kelly! The avatar is me using a Snapchat filter! They are such fun! " Death is like a houseguest that never leaves"....what a fantastic line, my friend! I can always rely on you for a great review. Thank you. Lydi***

[Einstein Noodle]

oh Lydi! so heartfelt and emotive for me .. there are many kinds of losses aren't there? some one piece at a time .. much like our aging bodies .. or the way an illness takes from us slowly :( amidst all that the passion your poem speaks to is a saving grace it seems ... moments of being one with another human being .. or God Himself through grace ... i'm inspired to have a day of the dead day ... a good thing as in celebrating we reach out to those close to share memories not as personal .. have a snort of Jameson .. or Patron ;) .. a fine meal. ... heavy sigh from me ma'am .. i am deeply moved
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, E! My muse is quite emotional! Always happy to have your reviews! Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

always glad not to miss your poetry ma'am!

[Writergurl]

such an emotional read, relationships are hard.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you once again. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

A moving write dear Lydi**. Some wounds never quite heal. Beautifully conveyed. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Chris. And a happy new year to you and your loved ones. I appreciate the review. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes we do dear Lydia. We know the ending before the beginning.
"once open wounds never really healed
tho' the pain splashed on a page long forgotten
seems almost hallucinatory now
then again you were my drug of choice"
I loved the above lines. We do decide our journey. Happy new year my friend and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

John, I always appreciate your reviews. Thank you so much. I wish you a happy health New year as well. Lydi***

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Lydia and you are welcome.

[John the Baptist]

Some wounds heal more slowly than others. Deep relationships, though severed, linger on in the mind, whether we wish them to or not. indeed, it would be best left forgotten, but it will decide when it fades away. Until them, don't feed it, just allow it to be what it is.

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, John, we have to allow things to be what they are. Thanks so much for your review. Happy New Year to you. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! How moving and how sad. It reminds me of the dark side of the moon and how it is illusive. I was awash in emotions reading this .
Art work is marvelous too.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks very much, Sami. I wish you a happy healthy New Year. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Same to you. You are welcome Lydia.