Swallowed Darkly

A black orchid placed upon the heart

 pricks the skin darkly

 bleeding it somber shades of inky sorrow

raining torrents of spent injustice

gardens wilt under grey metallic thunder

drowning  in scarlet's bloody wash of tears 

swallowed by a vast ocean of remorse

phases of the dimly lit moon

 stir an assault of crashing waves

 metered blitzes of melancholy 

 roll with the undertow of reflection

overcome by the sweetness of sad lullaby's proffer

 it's siren call to sleep

Author's Note

Reviews

[redflutterby]

Since I'm on my phone I couldn't listen to Evanescence while reading this. You're painting in dark tones today my friend. Sending you butterflies to carry you to that beach Nirvana for some positive restoration. This poem packs an emotional punch... another signature piece. :-)

[Frieda P]

Yes my lights got mixed in the with darks and now we have shades of grey, thanks so much Red!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez, you do pain better than anyone else i have read.

this is dead on dark, somber, regretful...yet beautiful all at once.

[Frieda P]

Wow I'm humbled jacob, truly. Grief will do that to you...

[gabrielle]

Grief and deep sadness resonate on this piece. I could picture a person on the shore asking or even blaming the vast ocean of her miseries.

[Frieda P]

You got it in one! Thanks gabrielle.

[Pete Langley]

Can I suggest something to you? Sometimes, I lose the music in your poetry. I get an overload of exquisite phrasing that, I feel, would link better by using sentencing....for instance...instead of "...raining torrents of spent injustice...." , maybe "...gardens wilt under torrents of spent injustice under grey metallic thunder..." It doesn`t have to happen all the time...and you don`t need to punctuate it , either. Just a thought. P.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your thoughts Pete, but no. How would you recognize it was me if it made perfect sense dear? Just saying. :-)

[Pete Langley]

S`OK. I`ve strapped another strip of duct tape across my big mouth, sweetness. P.

[Frieda P]

Now you're just being kinky!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Frieda my lady of words listen tio a sage and try to work out of your comfort zone. I do and it can be either disapointing or uplifting and when it is uplifting it brings the angels to their knees!

[Frieda P]

I hardly think this is fair, two big guys against little ole moi! I hear you John, sometimes I don't hear music, what can I say?

[Pete Langley]

I`m staying out of this! I only get into trouble!

[Frieda P]

hahah you started it!

[Pete Langley]

Haaaa!

[Frieda P]

I know what you call sheep, what do you call a cockney chicken? lol

[Pete Langley]

Sensible!!!!

[Frieda P]

And on the ball apparently!! ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

OMG! I love this Frieda...Mesmerizing words and a great song choice to boot!
Now this one does it for me... You just don't know. ;) Beautiful work!

[Frieda P]

Wow, I'm so happy Joe,thanks muchly! ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

You're welcome muchly ;)~

[Frieda P]

xD

[Dream Weaver]

You're insane, but I love it! :0)

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, all the best people are! ;-P

[Dream Weaver]

Then I better start acting crazy huh ;)

[Frieda P]

The sooner the better! ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

I'm working on it young lady! :P

[Frieda P]

Keep calling me 'young' lady and I'm going to fall in love with you, just saying. ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

LOL you mean u ain't already? ;-)

[Frieda P]

Haha I mean the real deal! ;-P

[Dream Weaver]

Oh to have the real deal would be...would be...the real deal no?

[Frieda P]

Lol, I guess, I don't know what that means anymore.

[Dream Weaver]

You and me both...but if you find the meaning of it please do let me know and vice versa ;)

[Frieda P]

Sure, I'll probably write about, but don't hold your breath! ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

No worries young lass, I can't hold my breath that long ;)

[s y e]

This was really well written. The way you worded it was great!

"drowning in scarlet's bloody wash of tears
swallowed by a vast ocean of remorse"

I loved these lines, it's really vivid imagery. You have a spectacular way with words! Amazing.

[Frieda P]

Oh flip flops I love your review farfalle!

[emmajoy]

' bleeding it somber shades of inky sorrow ' .. a wonderful though tragic phrase but then, you've used a sadness of words all the way through your poem, Frieda, Thank goodness for sleep's escape.. just awful though - waking up.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Emma, so glad you can appreciate my quirky sadness.

[KeelyJane]

You know how to capture and expose the shadowed side of the heart which makes your relationship with grief no secret. The two of you have met. Nice pen once again my friend. ;)

[Frieda P]

Nice of you to say Keely, much appreciated.

[Leigh]

Loved this beautiful and full of atmosphere, the black orchid really sets an image in the mind great

[PP]

Sleep, permanent or temporary is always the best cure, provided the nightmares don't haunt! Nice write as always Frieda x