A Poet's Posy

I fall to the depths in your pain

am elevated in your glory

deep within each moment

perhaps a singular,  familiar light

recognition of places we've been

our destiny's not shared        yet

our commonplace daily lives conjoin

be it pizza, pain, bliss or destruction

nuances of humankind bring us together

refining the craft, speaking our minds

reach out and touch someone with a gift

adornments of life's tapestry in motion

there is no deeper meaning for a poet

Reviews

[Jack...]

You have pretty much sadi it all in this piece. Indeed, poets are a starnge lot, but most of the time well meaning, supportive and genuinely friendly. You can learn a lot from a poet if you pay attention. Maybe I should listen to myself. Nicely done Frieda and a beautiful start to my day.

[Frieda P]

I so agree with you Jack, I've learned a lot since being here since last year.

[Jack...]

Now if I could only learn how to spell I'd be good.

[Frieda P]

Spelling I didn't pick up from you, but a buncha other stuff. ;-P

[Cassie]

True true true, there is no deeper meaning for a poet, I loved this one too sweet Frieda

[redflutterby]

So much in common even at a distance. You are my muse in many ways...inspiring me to reach deep inside and write. Always my sweetest friend. xo

[Stella Armour]

we do often lay our souls bare in poetry, it seems to be in the understanding that other poets will emphasize with us in their sensitivity...

[David Scott]

I agree! When we actually "touch" another soul... We receive the greatest gift in anouthers eyes opening to the expression we share.
Wonderful thought process here.

[V]

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

reach out and touch someone with a gift-- what a great line, and a great sentiment.

This was an eloquent write with the guts to say something truly meaningful and introspective. If only we all took a look at ourselves in this way; truly opened our souls to the idea of spending our time helping and giving to others instead of worrying about ourselves. Well written, my friend!

[Benithehippy]

This is lovely

[Rita L. Sev]

our commonplace daily lives conjoin
be it pizza, pain, bliss or destruction.

Yes, they do indeed. Nothing can do this like poetry. Thank you for expressing what we all feel, Frieda.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I couldn't agree more.

[Angi]

I do love connecting this way. Food, (Ha!) wine, pain, bliss, love...it's all in there. Angi~