Autumn's Tears~

...'where Butterflies never die'

Deep in the soul, 

  where butterflies harbor grief

straight from the heart hence poppies cry

   lies the spirit of all those loved.    lost

broken wings of decayed flowers

   ashes to dust within the mind's spirit

Tears flow through the abysmal depths

    drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays

where the grass remained splendor

   and the uncaged birds still sang

reminiscing

 clear waters of recollection

    in the equinox of dark moons

stirs the discontent of seasons change

     after the ice of winter thaws

         there will always be warmth

In this whirling disarray of thoughts

   wind sweeps the dying leaves away

when autumn's tears are lifted

    from their murky depths, reborn    

to play amongst the new day's sigh

   we never forget the fluttering of loss

we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again

   deep from within a sacred place,

          where reverie's paradise rekindles

              and butterflies never die...

Author's Note

Photo of woman by Katarina Silva

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another beautiful expression of the memories we still clutch within about those who have passed through our lives be they dead or alive. This is gentle and the metaphor of autumn sets the scene but I love the feelings of hope injected, for example '
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth' and those memories will always live as 'butterfly thoughts'

[Frieda P]

Thanks John, glad you picked up on the hope.

[Lyn Anderson]

Beautiful imagery in the face of stark pain and grief. A really splendid write. I must ask, was the change in form of reminiscing intentional, because it seems it might just be a word processing glitch. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks KL, that was intentional, sometimes I just want a word to stand out, but I don't really like the use of a stark color. :-)

[Astro]

Beautiful stuff Frieda. The natural world reflected in your dew drop eye.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Astro, thrilled you like this one my friend, I wrote it for my sister Lee..dew drop eye indeed.

[Tai Ryens]

Seeing dismal thoughts even in the beauty of nature, how darkly sorrowing. I sense many unfortunate feelings, from sorrow to loss to even a small glint of indifference (my favorite). Wlel done.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tai, I was hoping you'd pick up on the hopeful part too...

[s y e]

As I read this I was listening to a song by Cher called Believe and it brought tears to my eyes. The wording of this write is stunning. The sorrow and hurt is important to who were are and how we live with others, it makes us the person we are now. It's how we are unique, a key feature to our personality.

"when autumn's tears are lifted
from their murky depths, reborn
to play amongst the new day's sigh
we never forget the fluttering of loss"

-- You and I both know that butterflies never die.... Unless I have interpreted this wrong or read too much in to it....!

[Frieda P]

Yep we do, thanks noobles! x

[TL Boehm]

windswept, forlorn and yet beautiful. I saw a random FB post about butterflies - they'll drink blood if they need to. If I took the time there would be a poem there. But I won't...

[Frieda P]

They drink turtle's tears too, there's a video on utube, odd little creatures, thanks Tam.

[annie lee]

Yes, I think it is imperative that we build a temple within to house the grief, the loss, the terror so we can recall it with chilling acuity. All that sorrow and hurt is important to who were are and how we live with others -- and how we learn to walk around the yawning sinkholes instead of through them. As usual, you have nailed that agony of human grief.

[Frieda P]

Thanks annie lee, I so adore reading your thoughts on my poetry.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Your poetry always makes me feel so deeply Frieda, I can feel the pain and the sorrow as it flows from your heart and connects with mine. Another deeply beautiful piece.

[Frieda P]

What a gracious thing to say, thanks so much Carolann.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Welcome Frieda

[icelandicblue]

You've captured that flip side of fall where the world goes dormant and we wait for the rebirth from the dry husk of the season.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Anne.

[S C]

"Deep in the soul,
where butterflies harbor grief " The first line got me. Butterflies are view as such lovely creatures, its that rarity of sadness we can all relate too.

great read! I really enjoyed it.

[Frieda P]

Glad you enjoyed Sera, thanks for your visit & review!