translation's extinction in dark wine druthers‏

translation's extinction in dark wine druthers‏

A Poem by Frieda P
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The fecund years trickled down 

   through dark wine druthers, 
   dithering unto those burnished 
        places of blood's existence,
 waxing on nostalgic moon's surrender
            awaiting sunrises proliferation
  eradicated in waning poetry's 
       poignantly pen'd excised elocution 
  like the demised distinction
of bitter lover's abandoned shadows
              & paper greeting cards,
        the rains metaphorically cried 
            in ecliptic 
apologies
   thirstily pooling  in 
cracks 
             of translation's extinction




© 2015 Frieda P



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another poem I missed reading a tear ago.. damn Frieda, I must have been lost somewhere.. ;0) probably lost in those "dark wine's druthers" .. it seems as though it is only in nostalgia that the moon surrenders.. but it is only just an extinction I have found...

love the Stevie Nix song you chose..

redzone

Posted 1 Year Ago


A bold proclamation of one of my favorite poets on this site and done with sad realization which we all go through in our stages of life. There are really cracks, holes and gaps to plaster and fill. Not surprising you still possess The pen...:)...................

Posted 2 Years Ago


No matter which age, we learn a little more about self, how we use past for future use.

Here, so many hints point at dark, misused, abused times.. and the realisation that.. ' .. awaiting sunrises proliferation - eradicated in waning poetry's poignantly pen'd excised elocution.. ' explain something more than meets the eye.

Your style here has me frowning its discipline; your meaning has me wondering; having you near to read means thoughts fly higher again.

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Why do I
Want to fill
The airways
With sorrowful sighs
As I read this?

Knowing
There's no going back
To once was.

Only forwards
With a brave face
I hope.

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So many people feel crushed by the years. They try to behave as they imagine their youth once required. The years wend on and often weigh upon us… But, I wouldn't trade now for anything. Older and wiser and better able to choose the happier paths…

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MomzillaNC

2 Years Ago

Young at heart, definitely. But, give me a face full of smile lines. You can trust a face with smile.. read more
Frieda P

2 Years Ago

I'll give you that...you can have mine too! :)
MomzillaNC

2 Years Ago

:) :)
Beautiful poem :) enjoyed reading this

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

2 Years Ago

Thanks for your visit and sweet review, muchly appreciated. :)
Did you write this poem just so you could play "Landslide?" Or because of it? (He asked with a smile! ;{ ) I've got my mustache on.
Either way, we are lucky to go through the seasons and life's changes, I think. Then we can look back with satisfaction; or, with "crap . . . what was I thinking. Perhaps, we all need a little landslide to bring some things down.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

2 Years Ago

Your mustache is slipping but I love those dark glasses :) I wrote the poem and the music was so fit.. read more
Michael G.

2 Years Ago

No, thank you! I got to read a great poem - and then got to listen to a great song. Interesting, bot.. read more
I have been feeling this sort of melancholy the last couple days. I think you captured the essence of it as well as the song does. "Can the child in my heart rise above?" 50 years... and I still don't have the answer. Good work.

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

2 Years Ago

Sorry you can relate, I guess it comes with age, didn't worry muchly about this stuff at 30...thanks.. read more
Good morning Frei...missed you.

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

2 Years Ago

Thanks muchly Chris, missed you too...buona giornata.

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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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