a still'd flutterd touch ~

Days rush by in languish'd recall, 

repeatedly wonder 

where you've gone

dancing heart quietly

 screams to me,

 retreated from this world 

in hushed desperation 

to all with a disparate

 blind eye's view 

 

My soul aches

 in your broken innocence 

my mind wanders aimlessly

 sweetness of breath 

expir'd too soon in suffocating 

vile secrets restraint

 

 

Remembrances in those ashen

 remains of still photographs  

nectar'd memories of life still standing 

a note to be read

 between the blurred lines 

silence'd of an inner demon 

 

A butterfly touch'd

 upon my arm 

the day you fled

fluttered by without a chase

simply made its presence 

of aw'd beauty's reality,

it held no secrets

told nary a lie

 just the wondrous

 freedom of flight

 

 

I ofttimes ponder, 

are you in that place

where dreams never die

& painted skies beckon

dreams of butterflies' 

passage

drifting amidst 

the iridescence 

of 

butterscotch

 cloudbursts

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[prachi prangya agasti]

a sad piece captured with broken memories...... beautifully written... again hats off.... :)

[Einstein Noodle]

wistful and beautiful ...broken with harsh memories of reality ... ending in a dream of wonder ...what has happened to the "you" ... i feel the sadness and loss ... so good one again Frieda
E.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Another stunning poem Frieda! Loved it!

Kaze~ ^_^

[David Scott]

Yes, the touch is never gone...
I like your remembrance of this beautiful soul.
Thank you for sharing it.

[Rita L. Sev]

Butterscotch cloudbursts... sweet and ethereal, that place where dreams never die... Lovely, and loving, Frieda.

[Deuces]

It is tough when those silent moments are upon us in which we ponder where the souls or our lost ones currently reside. This was touching and a beautiful way of expressing remorse and the missing of a dear soul that's left us.

As always, you dig deep in your writing.

[Tai Ryens]

What a touching tale of betrayal and the intensity of the misery felt when the betrayal took place, not only from the apparent action but also from the failure to completely enjoy what is now a memory in the past. And, because of this inability to enjoy, you feel as if there were something missing, as if there were some foreshadowing or some happiness left under some furniture in one of the memories. And then the butterfly offering comfort to you in your distraught state. Well done, this was all too much a sorrowing tale of life.

[Lyn Anderson]

I absolutely love this one. Shivers and tears. But somehow I feel sad for you, and want to drag you back to funny and sexy ...

[Saddam]

Love to read it. I like your play with words through emotions.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the 2nd stanza and the last one. Great poem frieda