I dreamt...

I dreamt...

A Poem by Frieda P

I dreamt you
        were crying
    upon my face,
                    tears slid gingerly
         down my cheeks
      streaked in poppy's 
                 scarlet blood
                  etch'd a trail 
            borne of thunderous fire
            in defiled lies 
                      mine own eyes
            recognized cause-effect
                        thirst'd in the
 name of the father
                          of holy ghost's 
     spiritless guise  
                               took its toll 
upon
 your gypsy soul 
                                  as  you leapt to 
              darkly unfathomable heights
                







 

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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I don't know why this poem seems to take me somewhere dark and then I looked down and saw the image which made me feel like I was going in the right direction. (This is what I mean Frieda about the images surrounding your poetry. Is this also photo bucket?). This sounds like to me someone bearing the guilt of something. Enjoyed the shadowy depictions this piece creates.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Major guilt, I think it goes with the territory when you lose someone to suicide, thanks for your th.. read more
Shirlena

9 Years Ago

I have heard that is one of the emotions that one deals with Frieda (I'm sorry).



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I am getting to read this now, i absolutely love it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Thanks Sunshine, good to see you back my sweet friend.
I don't know why this poem seems to take me somewhere dark and then I looked down and saw the image which made me feel like I was going in the right direction. (This is what I mean Frieda about the images surrounding your poetry. Is this also photo bucket?). This sounds like to me someone bearing the guilt of something. Enjoyed the shadowy depictions this piece creates.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Major guilt, I think it goes with the territory when you lose someone to suicide, thanks for your th.. read more
Shirlena

9 Years Ago

I have heard that is one of the emotions that one deals with Frieda (I'm sorry).
very good and creative. peaceful music

Posted 9 Years Ago


Dark and therapeutic at the same time. As if you're other half cleansed their spirit through you. Very interesting and amazing visuals. Great work, my friend as always.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Oooo! Nice and dark.. I like it when you go dark, Frieda! *grins*

Posted 9 Years Ago


in honest desperation we make the final call ... dial 911 ..
perhaps ...
more than that a final amen ...
"as you leapt to
darkly unfathomable heights"
how deceived are we ... if the light we guide our lives by is darkness...
i feel a horrible pain .. in your poem ... you beautiful Freida! :)
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


i see a hint of pain in this one...
but still...its one of a kind.
touched my heart.
treat to my soul.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Dark..a taste of pain..
Well worth the read...
Savored the anguish..

Scotty

Posted 9 Years Ago


Powerful haunting piece....enjoyed :) x

Posted 9 Years Ago


aching and raw. but with that beauty always. Well penned

Posted 9 Years Ago



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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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