Poppy Love

You know where I live and breathe,

enchantment in your eyes led us amid a field of poppies,

etching my skin with wildflowers I flourish'd

we languished amongst meadow's feathery pillows

moon shone upon our charm'd sensual dalliance

skies of apricot nectar loom'd brilliant as we merged,

as ethereal stars connected of our primal yearnings,

breathless, we paused in desire's transcendent

 afterglow

Reviews

[Foxemerald]

In your typical vein, a burst of fiery flame brings a world of color, and light, in just a few lines. There is a thundering quality within this poem that takes us into the moment. The entrance of the natural images is mesmerizing, and deeply enhance a message that you cannot miss.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your lovely review Foxemerald, always love hearing from you.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A heartfelt and telling piece that surrounds the reader with pointed heat, well done, good read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Thomas.

[Cassie]

Beautifully written my dear friend. Thank you for the RR

[Frieda P]

Thanks again Cassie.

[icelandicblue]

A sensual dalliance in poppies and wildflowers. It is exquisitely delicate yet full bodied. Nicely done Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Anne, jazz'd you enjoyed.

[Rita L. Sev]

Intoxicated in a field of poppies... Ahhh... Beautifully crafted poem, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rita!

[Baby Ricochet]

We saw lots of poppy fields in Afghanistan. We weren't allowed to mess with them because we were trying not to screw up the local economy after B-52's bombed the s**t out of everything during the initial invasion. So much for the war on drugs. Yet another epic failure of American policy makers I should write a poem about. Somehow I don't think this is what you meant for your reader to get from this poem.

[Frieda P]

Not at all, but if anyone were to go there, it'd be you Baby. I'm sure it's not a great memory where you're concerned.

[Tam Warink]

the words ... ah, the words ---- the image ... my Rorschach brain is seeing something that ought not be there. Is this an ode to a pitcher plant? I feel like a fly... drawn by the sweet smell of the words but, somewhere, in the back of my little fly brain I'm filled with cautious foreboding. Was ist diese seltsame Angst, die ich fürchten?

100 floppy poppies

[Frieda P]

You always make me smile, I get discombobulated when you speak English, now I'm really lost! It ought be there me thinks...........

[Tam Warink]

Well you make me smile too! :D

(Was ist diese seltsame Angst, die ich fürchten? ~ What is this strange fear I fear?)

[Frieda P]

HUH? .................

[Frieda P]

Ha, it disappeared before, are you the Wizard?

[Tam Warink]

It's about the seductive words versus what I see in the image symmetry - I'd tell you but it's somewhat frightening and not at all consistent with your poem.

[Tam Warink]

I'm not the wizard - this site is possessed.

[Frieda P]

ha I already knew that but I'm pretty sure you're OZ anywho............

[s y e]

Ah Frieda, this is an entirely beautiful write. It really touched my heart with all these beautiful lines and imagery. Every time you write, I know I don't tell it often but you touch my heart and take a bit of it with you through a marvellous journey. Sometimes sad, sometimes happy, but you always take a piece and securely fit it to the poem. :-)) Loved it.

[Frieda P]

Awh Sye, your words touch my heart little noodlebumble, thanks so much! xo

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

What a brilliant poem. I love the way you described it. Great work.

Kaze~

[Frieda P]

Thanks Kaze, jazz'd you enjoyed.

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your welcome. :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Awww this is sweet ,sweet,sweet.I bow to you dear lady Freida for you are a true master of the written word:)

[Frieda P]

Thank you, thank you, thank you....you're too kind Vidya! ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :P