~Fierce Hush

~Fierce Hush

A Poem by Frieda P

there's a fierce hush aloft my heart
it flew the wings of love until~
the promise inside crashed and burned
now all i can do is play the saddest tunes
the sounds are haltingly wry
as if butterflies escaping certain death
as they flutter by your stark indifference

© 2013 Frieda P


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I can see this magical butterfly. Trapped insde a building of expectations and approval. She should be wild and free. Landing only to drink in fresh nectar and finding her way to a "home" that is a natural draw to all who share her "kinship". It is the weight of us all that she carries that leaves her to "flutter" on the floor of unlit hallways. Ah, but with the slightest breeze through the smallest window, she will feel a "fierce" longing and be born again to the clouds of her purpose. Let her rest in the "hush" intil she feels that welcome and know it is her calling. It may just be the rest she needs to fly to her highest reach.
Loved the write Frieda. You pull the words out of my own heart.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Hey David, I truly appreciate you from the bottom of my heart, but your review shouldn't be better t.. read more
 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Again Frieda, your words are the wings that carry the hidden thoughts from my mind. You inspire dear.. read more



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Artwork and poetry was beautiful. I like the strong description. You create good vision and made me think. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thank you for the excellent review John.
There's a kind of hush...all over the world, tonight.

Frieda, the sadness is overwhelming in this piece, though I do know that if the butterflies were escaping certain death, they were flying to the sfaety of your arms.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

This made me smile Jack, thanks so much.
Eloquently sad, beautifully expressed. How could he?!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Indeed! Thanks Claire!
Evocative and sad Frieda. Truly heart rending and strongly written through that.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Always appreciate you visit and kind words Ken, thanks so much.
There is a tangible quietitude to desolation you have really managed to capture here, Frieda. I have one tiny suggestion. Should, perhaps, "escaping" be "escape"? luv P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Pete, not sure if I agree, will have to think on that one.... I thank you for your suggestion.. read more
This speaks to me on so many levels. I felt deep loss and a lack of hope that what is done can never be again. This is both beautiful and bleak.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Much appreciate the word bleak, it's such a strong word, isn't it, thanks so much for your thoughtfu.. read more
Wow Frieda your heart is practically bleeding onto the page. A very moving write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I'm messy like that sometimes, thanks Carolann. :-)
Carolann Dowsett

11 Years Ago

Welcome Frieda. :)
Whoa this is deep and hurt Frieda. Well told as a woman 'scorned' ? As always written with feelings soaking the page.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks John, always appreciate your review.

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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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