Suspended Prose

Suspended Prose

A Poem by Frieda P

You breathe me lifeblood,
               evoke me from my slumber
My destiny was in the
                 artlessness of love
    I surrendered myself to peace
          of lucidity's aesthetic
        mine own inanity bore itself 

                 No kisses to wake
 the enchantment of winter
tucked away smugly wrapped
 in fusion of titanium
thoughts never to venture
                      flight again

I inhaled the magic elixir
                so that my  being could soar
      above perpetual weeping sleep's
 dying adulation of
      earthly amour without prose

                      Ecstasy & rapture
on the winds of passion
 I found my freedom
     locked away where pain and hurt
                         do not dare render
          neatly tucked on communion's
                 cloud nine surrender

Your veneration roused
  inert savages
cavorting blissfully
                    that dance of spirit reborn
    moonbeam wishes caught
 my piquancy
                    in naked wantonness 
i live in this banality of insanity 
        within this shuffle

~suspended~

 in this dreamlike stanza
         my breath transcends

wakefulness in arousal 

essence of poetry

© 2013 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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greatly fantastic...remained me speechles...one of the best work read on this land of writers...nicely designed...thanks for sending me rr regarding this to me...really enjoyable and wonderful read... Great piece of writting by a great writer...lovely piece...keep writing like this more...really appreciable...
gorgeous work...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Wow, it is I who am speechless now, thank you for that glowing review, very much appreciated!



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Very well written. (; Great job!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your poetry is getting better. You need to be published. Your words flow with purpose and have no mistakes to confuse the reader. Thank you for the good music and the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

WOOO you just blew me over with that one John, I'm humbled by your words, and have a huge silly smil.. read more
You certainly know how to free verse your feelings with style... from beginning to end I was enthralled with in your verse.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Some people never learn, you're smarter than the average bear Yogi ;-)
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

11 Years Ago

Oh I learn, but I also forget sometimes, that is when I repeat mistakes :)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I've been President of the I Never Learn Club since forever now...ha
"...thoughts never to venture flight again..." I assume it was intentional that you used this line twice, I scarcely believe you write anything unintentionally, but I wonder if it would seem more deliberate if you wrote it a third time, to sort of bring the point home, as opposed to it looking a bit samey...like maybe you forgot you used it then used it again *laugh* Other than that small little silly insignificant thing that I am probably the only person it bugged ;-) this was really beautiful. You're so good at this type of poetry, Frieda. I just love it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Okay now I'm just downright depressed! ;-P
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

Then I'm not even going to tell you the Brit just came home for *ahem* lunch ;-)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago


*rolling my eyes* @ afternoon delight, and starts drinking early!
this was another charming piece of write
thank you for sharing it, it gave me some peace while reading :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Dalia, I'm so happy you enjoyed it. :-)
Dalia

11 Years Ago

I did c: your welcome
Your talent shines through with every stoke of the pen Frieda, you truly are an amazing artist. Your passion and longing, coupled with your desire to escape from pain is so evident here. Love it!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Woo, I just got a contact high from reading this great review, you're too kind Carolann, thanks so m.. read more
Carolann Dowsett

11 Years Ago

Welcome :)
there has been a charm in your art and will always be. I am gaping at the poem as i was skimming thru it. its like reading world contest winning poem. out topping knowledge yet fantastic.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Wow, such sweet words critic h, thank you so much.
Very beautifully and articulately written Frieda...I appreciate it a lot, though I am afraid I am never going to wake from my slumber again :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

As long as you're dreaming of poetry it's all good Divya, thanks hon ;-)
There is a mystical property to the entire piece. It has an ethereal quality to it. I enjoyed this very much.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Ooooo, 'ethereal' I like that...thanks!!
Another good one... Bravo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Annabelle.

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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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