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A Poem by Frieda P

Does heartache have a sound,
   other than the rustling of shattered tears
or does it have an air, an old shirt slept in ages ago, 
                             the musky scent now gone 
does the sunrise hear your pleas to shush
        the cool smell of mornings turning to smoky soot
do the birds woo a different tune under their breath
 butterflies seem to exist 
         only to taunt with their metamorphose release

turn the page to find it pulverizes 
                        at the sight of exquisite twilights
old heart enchantments strum at warp speed
     by smothered afflictions    then cease to breathe, 
alas, never receiving a proper burial 
      eulogy's and markers should be accordingly 
                                                        written & spoken,                                                                         
                            ~herein lies the living dead~

© 2013 Frieda P


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Wow, this is so cool. It is so real, "An old shirt slept in ages ago." the scent of someone from your past, now nothing more than closet fill.

"Do birds woo a different tune under their breath"
Amazing, you have a gift my friend and writing is only part of it.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thank you Jack, you're much too kind.



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Morbidly pessimistic. Like the smile of a corpse or the kiss of a Vampyre...
A black and white drawing of a sunset... All the color spilled into swirling puddles on the frame.
Well penned Frieda!

Now, I must wax philosophical.
The dead are dead and live not.
Those who yet draw breath live and have no standing with death.

Life is ever more than it seems and death is less...
We should not confuse the two. Not even for a moment.
Yes Frieda, a proper requiem should be written, but written in living blood. Spoken, with a voice sure of the meaning behind the words. Sung softly as a mothers lullaby kissed upon the wrinkled ear of a babe put to cradle.

Now, we the living shall honor those unable and make the choice to reach out, grasp another soul and dance...
Shall we dance?
Glad you did not stay away. ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

The smile of a corpse, I like that, sounds like a good title for a poem! Of course we shall dance, .. read more
This was well worded and poignant. Very elegant wording used throughout. I do admit though, Bob Seger kept trying to get his verses in as I read.

Beautiful work. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Had to look that one up, don't listen to him...good song, thanks for that Rogue!
Somber, strong, poignant...so many adjectives that I could use to describe this piece. I like the feeling of this piece; the way that you have scribed a piece that has so much imagery and emotion at the same time. Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks Friday, and love the new pic!
Heartache fills all the senses, and it is never really laid to rest. Lovely and haunting, Frieda!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

So true, never laid to rest, thanks Rita.
This is beautiful and painful. I have been to this place shrouded in mist where the birds sing off key. I have walked and waked without purpose. I feel this one.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Much appreciate your thoughts here blue, thanks.
Wow, this is so cool. It is so real, "An old shirt slept in ages ago." the scent of someone from your past, now nothing more than closet fill.

"Do birds woo a different tune under their breath"
Amazing, you have a gift my friend and writing is only part of it.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thank you Jack, you're much too kind.
You live in words eternal in the hearts of your admirers who long to hear your voice echoing not death but life into their deaf ears and sleepy hearts. The message is loud and clear for all who want to grasp the meaning...Well penned...:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

My pleasure . That is what friends are for...Have a better one...:)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I'm gone for a few hours and they changed the WC, what's with the 'read more' in blue now? ;-)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

I noticed the changes...I don't know if it is good or bad...:)

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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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