Flammable Dandelion Mutterings

i drink you in like fine french cognac

breathe you like springtime's essence

you lift my spirits like a butterfly

when you flutterby to touch my heart,

i've lived in a castle with no vision

let down my hair in portend reluctance

trusting hands caught my presence

i lost my balance and toppled over

still wary of trespassing recalcitrance

breathless i caught a glimpse

of what I'd been missing

like sweet poetry I liquefied

a lovely taste upon the lips

still frightful after all these years

your stanza brought me to my knees

i kneel in this verse, inward hesitation

in wait for an exposition to slay

my prayer is a chant of endless mutterings

let this warm light dissipate any nagging doubts

so that i may dwell in the music of harmony's concerto

sweetness of dandelions youthful yearnings

Reviews

[Jack...]

I pray you always dwell in the music of harmony's concerto dear Frieda. This poem nourished me this morning, washed over me in warm breezes and gave me breath, where none had existed before. This is absoluetly beautiful. the fact that you manage to share a small piece of your creative vision each day with us is a truly wondrous gift.

[Frieda P]

As your kind words always nourish me Jack...thank you never seems enough. x

[kublakhan27]

Sweet poetry indeed...I hope this is what happens when people read my stuff ;) Gorgeous piece...nicely done Frieda :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Steve, exactly how I feel about yours, I'm surprised you didn't say I wrote this one about you too! ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Haha I'm not that presumptuous...just wishful thinking this time around ;P

[Emerald Seas]

Hmm, sounds like someone has gotten under your poetic skin in that unnerving, tingling way :) wonderful writing, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

O.O Poetic skin, I like that a lot!

[Sami Khalil]

Another great piece of work and art done masterfully and with elegance... We don't know what we will do if you were not on this site pushing the bar higher and higher ( compliment )...:)

[Frieda P]

You flatter me, now you're just trying to see if you can make me blush, thanks so much Sami ;-P

[Sami Khalil]

I guess you can say that... Have a great one...:)

[Frieda P]

I hardly do but it worked! ;-P

[Sami Khalil]

I think Jack did it several times . Just kidding . I hope he does not mind me using his name in a friendly way...:)

[Frieda P]

Watch it, he's from Texas, he'll kick your arse lol ;-P

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha... Them cowboys... We have rednecks here will that work...Lol

[Frieda P]

Ha, probably can't hold a candle to joisey lol

[Sami Khalil]

That is true...:) Chow

[Frieda P]

hahahaha ciao bello ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

^^~^^ :)

[Joshua Lean]

Ah. A fine write indeed. Succinct.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your visit and kind review Joshua.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

"I caught a glimpse of what I'd been missing"--*sigh* this rings so true to me. I've given myself over to things so many times in an effort to "recieve" what I give, and yet it doesn't seem to work out. Maybe I should stone my exterior...paint myself into a statue so that no one can get inside and mess me up.

Beautifully written piece. I am always amazed at your technical ability when it comes to word choice and phrasing. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Hmm that doesn't sound like a good way either Friday, I've tried it, have no good answers but it's a crap way to go through life. Thanks for your kind review, much appreciated.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

True words

[Rita L. Sev]

There is a mixture of a strong woman and innocent child in this write. Love this fairy-tale line:
"I've lived in a castle with no vision
let down my hair in portend reluctance
trusting hands caught my presence...

Words dance from your pen, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

What an absolutely splendid review Rita, thanks so much, you put a huge smile on my face!

[Rita L. Sev]

:)

[Frieda P]

You know I see 'dance' and I can't contain myself! :-)

[David Scott]

"i kneel in this verse, inward hesitation"
That one line felt so reverent. We need to have moments that we surrender without giving up. This poem felt like a healing; a remembrance of better days without regret or angst...
One of my favorite poems you have published girl!

[Frieda P]

Wow David, thank you, much appreciate your kind words friend. If you weren't a dentist, I'd want to marry you! ;-)

[David Scott]

Ha! Yes, it takes a special person to love one... ;)

[Frieda P]

Lol, you saying I'm 'special' hon? ;-P

[David Scott]

You have established that well. In my opinion, yes, you are very special. :)

[Frieda P]

You know what I meant! ;-P

[David Scott]

I'm sure I have no idea...;)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well to say you have a way with words dear Frieda would be an understatement. I don't know anyone who can weave together such words, phrases and metaphors so often, so well!

[Frieda P]

John, I must say that means an awful lot to me, coming from a poet that I much admire, thanks so much! I always knew you never stopped lovin' moi! lol

[Coyote Poetry]

"you lift my spirits like a butterfly
when you flutterby to touch my heart,"
A beautiful poem. I like the use of the dandelion. Made the poem have reason and purpose. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks Coyote, glad you enjoyed this one.

[Rogue]

It is hard to take the firm steps into trust and belief when our judgement appears to have been so cloudy in the past. Just remember, those dandelions are resilient little things. That weed killer only works so long before they are poking their sunny face right back up out of the ground. Ever hopeful are these buttercup wannabes :)

A beautiful write, Frieda. :)

[Frieda P]

Ha buttercup wannabes, love it! Made me smile, aren't we all? Thanks so much Rogue. :-)

[Rogue]

:)

[Frieda P]

Have a great weekend :-)