`buona sera cottongrass

`buona sera cottongrass

A Poem by Frieda P
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buona sera translation is 'good evening'....

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She said buona sera to her tears

like flowers in a chill'd wind

       they made her shiver

  frozen mind in her heart's quiver

forgave the bloom that wilted

         guilty kisses that withered,

buried her spirit 

under a bed

           of tundra's cottongrass

she knew, 'none of it was true'

~ last dying thought in the

                     pretense of love


© 2014 Frieda P


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Feigned love, a bidding to tears good night, possibly a betrayal in the atmosphere of the piece, courtesy of the other party . . . The shattering reality of everything dawning upon your speaker is breathtaking in the amount of misery that would ensue, and the attitude with which your speaker greets her sorrow is enticing, as she seems to have expected it, somewhat, in some way. Anticipated that the love would be revealed as nothing but a hoax and acting accordingly . . . Lovely poem, Frieda.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Thanks for your in-depth review Tai, you always read me so well...muchly appreciated...



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B.J
delightful, just loved the whole read

Posted 4 Years Ago


Loved it. Have to say farewell to the hurt, sometimes only to endure the next, but perhaps in a different way. "Like flowers in a chill'd wind" was beautiful. Your imagery is always amazing in your pieces.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Stunning piece! Beautiful presentation. Emotional and the kind of poem that I keep bookmarked by my bedside and read it before I turn out the lights. Excellent!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

What a sweet review, thanks so much Pat!
Feigned love, a bidding to tears good night, possibly a betrayal in the atmosphere of the piece, courtesy of the other party . . . The shattering reality of everything dawning upon your speaker is breathtaking in the amount of misery that would ensue, and the attitude with which your speaker greets her sorrow is enticing, as she seems to have expected it, somewhat, in some way. Anticipated that the love would be revealed as nothing but a hoax and acting accordingly . . . Lovely poem, Frieda.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Thanks for your in-depth review Tai, you always read me so well...muchly appreciated...
...like the arrow, pulled by a resin bow...you aim and always strike my heart! The music accompanies so eloquently...

a hundred plus...



Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

What a poetic review, thanks so much Kelly!
Kelly Scheppers

4 Years Ago

; ) my pleasure!
Leaving it behind is no guarantee that it will stay in the past... a melancholy poem, touches the heart, Frieda.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Grazie mille Rita.
Loved the music Frieda, most touching.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed Alfred, thank you...
This is so sad, but so beautifully written. Definitely adding to my favorites.

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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Thanks so much Brittany.
Loved the scattered rhyme in this. A poignant beauty of a write. Does the passage of time erase the memories? No, I think as time passes we actually remember things through rose colored glasses. Remember the words Streisand sang, "has time rewritten every line?" Sometimes that is the case. Soft and lovely words written from the heart, Frieda. Lydi**

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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

You know I can't usually bust a rhyme, jazz'd you enjoyed and I love that song, haven't heard it som.. read more

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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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