~Exhale Poetry

Butterfly haunts me
flutters by in the dark of night
when the smoke cleared
all that was left was a still photograph
no breath to be had, no words to be spoken
perched upon my mind where no one can see
all the secrets that taunt me

Left behind in your spirit 
like an erratic zephyr they twist my head
nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere
I oft wonder have you found that freedom
as you floated from this earth
markings on the sky of colorless clues  
the painted scenery still not clear
all that's left to do is exhale poetry

Author's Note

Reviews

[annie lee]

Sometimes the words we string together are the only respite we have. They are our armor or if the barrage is less intense, our umbrella. I feel the sorrow here and the despairing frustration that such a loss must engender. Exhaling poetry would necessarily be the only comfort.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your gracious thoughts here annie lee....

[Lydia Shutter]

And when you exhale poetry about her, my friend, it is bittersweeet. I am sure she did find the freedom she sought. For you and all her loved ones, though, it is always going to be inconceivable. Such a loss....such a waste. Your words create a portrait that is pure art....and I want to read them over and over. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Good to know Lydi, I think sometimes it's too much, but I need to keep her spirit alive....thanks so much my friend.

[redzone]

in some cultures, butterflies are an omen or signal of death... "perched upon my mind where no one can see / all the secrets that taunt me", such sorriful lines, Frieda. definitly agree with Jack here, you do "exhale poetry" and we are left with wet eyes and the feel of art. ~~redzone

[Frieda P]

Very kind of you Curt, thanks so much...

[Dye]

The way you breathe your words onto the page always amazes me. Even when speaking of something as sad as loss you say it beautifully.

"nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere
I oft wonder have you found that freedom
as you floated from this earth"

You can only hope that it was freedom , and a way that she could 'exhale' and live in a sense.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Dye, I'm humbled by your review...one can only hope.

[Corset]

Oh ...I remember the last time I saw my sister alive, we lived in two different states and she was dying, but I had to leave her my current husband now ex because of it insisted I came home refusing to take care of my kids that were young then.I'll never forgive him for that, ever. I blew her a kiss from the door, her eyes said she understood, but I don't think I will ever. Frieda, I may have to stop reading you for a bit. XXXX

[Frieda P]

Oh that gave me chills Corset, so sorry hon....I'll let you know which ones aren't about this sad venue from now on, didn't mean to upset you xoxo

[SyberRose]

A beautiful sensitive and heartrending piece Frieda...another stunning creation from you...Rose:)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rose, thrilled you enjoyed this one :-)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I thank the heavens EVERYDAY for giving me the gift of poetry! I think this world might have killed me if it hadn't been for my ability to express my feelings through writing. I also thank the heavens each day for good people to share those moments with... This is one of those moments. Butterflies haunt me too. Excellent as always! I never leave here feeling empty!

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Queenie, you are always ever so gracious in your reviews, muchly appreciated...and me too!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Prego Bella!

[Frieda P]

Si parla Italiano Regina?

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Molto poco!Ho vissuto in Italia per tre anni.

[Frieda P]

Fortunato, che parte, posso solo parlare un poco, soprattutto il dialetto....

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

:) I also speak choppy Spanish, German, and write in horrible English grammar!LOL

[Frieda P]

What part of Italy, my family is from Southern Italy, a very small town called Alberotbello.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

A small town called Vicenza.

[ANTO]

I have heard about the 'Butterfly effect' in science - how much more must we affect the world then if we breathe out poetry like this Frieda? This will affect all who read it and they will understand why.
Keep breathing my friend.
X

[Frieda P]

Yes, so I'm aware Anto, I wonder how far that butterfly effect really goes, thanks so much for the comparison my friend, very cool x

[Anand Sehgal]

wonderful play of word. Loved the concept and the imagery

[Frieda P]

Thanks Anand, glad you enjoyed.

[MikeV]

Beautiful!!!! In the end that is what we all must do "exhale poetry"
This is goin in my favorites :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Mike, and for the save too, jazzed you enjoyed my friend :-)

[Jack...]

Breathless, that is how this poem left me. I love everything about this, even if the underlying thought is sadness, this is so very beautiful. It whispers your mind's wanderings on what seems like a cloudy night of silence. As if we can hear your thoughts floating on this cold chilling wind, touching our skin and transferring those chills to us. There is something very serene hiding in this sadness, as if peace floats on these winds as well. "Exhale poetry", my sweet friend, that phrase right there will always be you, to me.

[Frieda P]

Thanks sweet Jack, your responses are always so lovely, I so look forward to reading them. Perhaps, one day I'll write a book of poetry, Exhale Poetry' will be the title..... x

[Jack...]

Let me know when you do, I want to be the first in line to buy it...but I'll want mine autographed.

[Frieda P]

You'll be the first to know.....