Creeping Shadows

I found a flower scorching in the sun,
a dreamt up passion fading in the flesh;
and stroked each tender petal, one by one,
'til both our souls were bare enough to mesh.

And so, we danced like whispers in the crowd,
cocooned within the threads of our desire.
While all that hectic world spun 'round so loud,
we nestled in a rage of quiet fire.

And now, the warmth we've shared seems in the air,
so thick the odd breeze beckons me to bask,
and moods that test the heart so often flare,
so here, dear reader, I will plainly ask-

If love is all it takes to make life shine,
then why are shadows creeping into mine?

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Laz K.]

Very well-written, well-thought out poem based on well-percieved movements of the soul where passions, desires, illusions, fantasies gyrate, crashing on the sharp rocks of reality. Love has its own rules and laws, and these are hardly ever compatible with our petty daily lives. Love is a law, a force like gravity: impersonal and absolute. This is what I have to say in response to your request, "Please let me know what you think." Really great poem...really great.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading and your thoughts, Laz! :)

[Ana Papaya]

Sometimes when you are surrounded by shadows, it's the love you have, and that others have for you, that keeps you from being sucked in. Until the shadows get tired and all you're left with is the shine. Which is the ultimate...

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Ana. :)

[Robert Trakofler]

Hey Hey Mr Matta! No loss of Grey Matta on this lovely reflection great rhyme & rhythm making a fantastic flow in your write styling. okay the mundane part is over now to the meat...
Bunny's two cents in a five dollar poem is... drum roll please... I have no idea you must be fucked up? no just kidding, As an artist and i will go out on a limn and say that yes you are we open ourselves up to the air as you so expressed in your poem this practice opens up all of the arteries of humanity and as you are all to aware not all of the arteries are pretty love poems it is the price we pay for awareness my good friend and with awareness comes knowledge and with knowledge comes pain sometimes but the price of pain for knowledge is so worth the ride as you so aptly placed its fruits in this poem good sir!!!!!!!!

[mattavelli]

Hey, Mr. Bunny, thanks for reading and your thought! :)
Girlfriends are better than wives. Haha

[Sachi Ruaya]

Incredibly reflective. I have been also wondering, no matter how much another loves me why am I not happier?

The answer has always been with me. Shadows will always come but only I can determine how "bright" I shine!

But another aspect of this poem, varying with perspective, is that could there be something sinister within the delicate flower? Well... that sounds like child play but you never know!

Thank you for sharing and your submission to A Poetic Canvas of Reflection and Observance!


Sachiko

[mattavelli]

Thank you for reading, Sachiko! :)

[Weeping willow]

Beautifully expressed ;-]

[mattavelli]

Thank you for reading, Weeping willow! :)

[likesgreeneggsandham]

So beautifully written. That last line choked me up.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading. :)

[Diane]

The last line hit home. Well done.

[mattavelli]

Thank you, Diane! :)
Have you written any sonnets?

[Diane]

No. To tell you the truth I just wing it. I am not that great at poetry. Not sure I even know much about it.

[mattavelli]

I enjoy the different forms and putting together my own patterns of rhyme and rhythm. It like putting together a jigsaw puzzle and painting the images on each little piece at the same time.

[Diane]

I guess I'll just have to read up on different styles. I wrote a book. Never wrote any poems till I found writerscafe

[mattavelli]

That's a great idea. I'll mail you some suggestions. Haha

[Diane]

Yes please and Thank you. [email protected]

[Einstein Noodle]

well done my friend...very fine reading for me...classic but you kept the language in a modern speakable way ..not easy says i! ;) and the question in closing ...i love it ..inspires one to thin about a possible answer ..also made me think of this song:
https://youtu.be/cUfIKX5ReKQ
:)
E.

[mattavelli]

Thanks, Einstein! :)
My writing is limited to my everyday language. It may read as less poetic to some, but I feel it is more honest... Even when I'm writing fantasy. Haha
I don't like modern writing that goes in and out of middle English. It's obnoxious. Haha

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .........................

[Susan 🦋]

Those shadows of doubt always creeping in!...love and let love :-) wonderful piece.

[mattavelli]

Thanks, Susan! :)

[siobhan]

I like this a lot. I specifically liked the first line about a flower. Maybe that could be a beginning of something great. Nonetheless it's brilliant. 100/100

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Siobhan! :)

[siobhan]

No worries! Keep going :D