Flutter'd Dash

Flutter'd Dash

A Poem by Frieda P

Breath that feels as shards of glass,
kneeling in the dust of vapored stars

fragmented pieces of a forlorn past
abandoned and bereft tracks of soul

haunted in the fear of the night
allusions of a faceless faltered grace

day breaks and tears still tremble
left in the quake of a flutter'd dash 

© 2013 Frieda P

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Frieda P

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Another heart wrenching read, you do write angst so eloquently, another favorite.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Absolutely lovely presentation!!

Posted 4 Years Ago

they say time heals all wounds, but they lie. Skin heals. Souls don't. There is always the hole...
But this is such beautiful aching writing.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Heartbreak is so difficult to deal with, particularly in the middle of the night. Your pain is beautifully expressed. Very fine poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago

very well expressed friend the sadness could be clearly envisioned from your intelligent choice of words

Posted 4 Years Ago

dear Frieda... Your music and russet
Autumn leaves enable me to breathe
the nip in the air of winter's notions.
Our past has many vapored stars...
but still... we hitch our wagon to a star.
We do not wonder how far... but wonder
at the light from which we shine. Your
Pen is surely dipped in love Devine.
truly... Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago

Stirring words, dear poet; quiet verses filled of sorrow and wistful eloquence.

Posted 4 Years Ago

That was beautiful yet filled with a sad mist, But I loved it:)

Posted 4 Years Ago

sad and yet so beautifully written Frieda. You truly are an amazing poet.

:) Julie

Posted 4 Years Ago

A very sad yet beautiful poem! Bravo!

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on November 12, 2013
Last Updated on November 13, 2013


Frieda P
Frieda P


If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..


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