~ lost wildflowers

~ lost wildflowers

A Poem by Frieda P
"

neath a shady bloom

"

lost wildflowers
        neath closed windows,
                       dither'd  bloom's shudder
               wilting in arrested fantasies
rhythm  of sun's betrayal
          faded in interruption's tune
   essence'd fragrance
              fallen beneath the cracks,
        no escaping rhymes's paradoxical roots
           sway'd under a moon's dark melody
maestro's scathing notes conduct'd
        keys of C major's dusky tunes
                 F sharp's inauthentic glow
    sans relief from brutal digging
      mortification's dirty little secret
  buried deep within soil'd cover 
              wither'd on the vine 








© 2014 Frieda P



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This poem captures the music in words, which is no easy feat. I am glad you included the music along with your poem, it was great to see your thought process in an otherwise thoroughly sensual poem. The visualization was great; the almost giddy babble of eloquent words and phrases such as "rhythm of sun's betrayal". This line flows so well and ties in with the feeling of a flower waving and bending under the hot sun in a field.
I won't try to over-interpret it, because to figure out the poem's meaning to a T would be to destroy it, but even without meaning it is a beautiful read. Great poem, every word was almost tangible.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much for such an in-depth review, thrilled you enjoyed.



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Another beautiful and amazing poem, Frieda. :-))

Kaze~

Posted 3 Years Ago


withered on the vine is where I often find myself. Well done Miss Frieda

Posted 3 Years Ago


this is so good...i am so inspired by your poems...I really wanna write like you.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shubhangi

3 Years Ago

i think i am having a writers block..i have not written in a long time...running out of ideas.. :(
Frieda P

3 Years Ago

That happens, I know it did to me not that long ago when I was away from the site, just write anythi.. read more
Shubhangi

3 Years Ago

ok, I'll try..thanks.
What does essence'd fragrance mean?

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Well I already know you're crazy so there's that haha...comes with creativity me thinks.
Relic

3 Years Ago

Yeah, could be.
Frieda P

3 Years Ago

We're basically saying the same thing Relic...same difference.
this poem is as music itself! :) Love it!!!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Doing the happy dance, thanks muchly Pat!! :) x
Forgotten love still blossoming and beckoning from its forgotten meadow in a forest, lost forever yet still playing its sweet tune . . . Well done!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much for your thoughts Tai!
You amaze me Frieda with every one of your writes. Such beauty, imagery and truth lay within all of your pieces.

Regards
Troy

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

You've made my heart smile this morning Troy, thanks so much...
So beautifully written, every lines stand out, loved it

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much Linda.
Linda alexander

3 Years Ago

You welcome, take care
Damage fantasies in B sharp.
Nice...

Scotty
xo

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Why didn't I think of that?? Thanks Scotty! x

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