Poppy Love

Poppy Love

A Poem by Frieda P

You know where I live and breathe,

enchantment in your eyes led us amid a field of poppies,

etching my skin with wildflowers I flourish'd

we languished amongst meadow's feathery pillows

moon shone upon our charm'd sensual dalliance

skies of apricot nectar loom'd brilliant as we merged,

as ethereal stars connected of our primal yearnings,

breathless, we paused in desire's transcendent
 afterglow



© 2014 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P
“ Lovers & Poppies ” by Rebecca Guay

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In your typical vein, a burst of fiery flame brings a world of color, and light, in just a few lines. There is a thundering quality within this poem that takes us into the moment. The entrance of the natural images is mesmerizing, and deeply enhance a message that you cannot miss.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks for your lovely review Foxemerald, always love hearing from you.



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Is it odd I though of the Garden of Eden? A paradise after all. Ha besides that. This was lovely. Thank you

Posted 10 Years Ago


In your typical vein, a burst of fiery flame brings a world of color, and light, in just a few lines. There is a thundering quality within this poem that takes us into the moment. The entrance of the natural images is mesmerizing, and deeply enhance a message that you cannot miss.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks for your lovely review Foxemerald, always love hearing from you.
"etching my skin with wildflowers I flourish'd
we languished amongst meadow's feathery pillows
moon shone upon our charm'd sensual dalliance"... enchanted eyes and a field of poppies will do this every time Frieda, and "apricot nectar" and "etheral stars" are perfect for merging within, around and through "primal yearnings"... Frieda, there is a sweet "afterglow" that surrounds this poem.. and we are the ones who can feel its warmth... is it ok to "sigh"??? too late already did... thanks, ~~redzone


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

OH damn YES, sighing is very muchly appreciated, so jazz'd you enjoyed this one curt!
redzone

10 Years Ago

me too.. jazzed by your poetry.. but still a few behind... :0(
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

No worries, I've been doing catch up since I got back here....
This is nice.
I tripped a little reading it at--"as ethereal stars connected of our primal yearnings,"--maybe "of" should be "in" or "with" just a suggestion...
and again at --"breathless, we paused in desire's transcendent afterglow"--maybe "in" could "inside"--these are just suggestions.
Overall, a very nice read!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks Josie, will look those over, sorry you tripped. ;-)
Josie E. Cook M. A.

10 Years Ago

LOL, that is ok. I just thinking of the flow of this piece and maybe making it smoother!
Was this poem inspired by art? The opening line had me hooked. God this story paints this really nice picture in my head! I'm going to have sweet dreams tonight! ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I'll never tell, hahah, sleep tight Siren. ;-)
Blue Ivory

10 Years Ago

Eeeeeeevil
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You're just jealous...ha ;-)
Opiates are addictive and so much so in our search for love and acceptance.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

This is not about opiates, just a luverly meadow of poppies....
Rachelle

10 Years Ago

Metaphorically speaking...
I have drowned once more in the sea of breathtaking beauty. I am lost for word. Absolutely beautiful! Your best, thus far.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You humble me, thanks from the bottom of my heart....
I keep hearing the wicked witch saying poppies poppies....

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You would, and that was moi. ;-)
Mark

10 Years Ago

You don't look like the wicked witch. More like Glenda, but maybe looks aren't everything. Glenda wa.. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Hahaha you have no clue my friend. ;-P
Losing yourself within the eyes of another person and experiencing a flash of passion and an afterglow that exceeds everything ethereal . . . It sounds like burnt passion; a relationship has been executed far too quickly and the passion has dissipated into a mere glow of what it once was. Fuel is generally a nonrenewable resource, and love is an especially quick way to burn fuel away. I quite enjoyed this, it had a nostalgic twist to it, as well as a longing to lose yourself once more.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

"Burnt passion", I kinda like that...thanks so much Tai.
I kept hearing that witch's voice from OZ, saying "poppies, now they'll sleep....sleep!" Lol, I had to go there, sorry!

This is truly luverly, Frieda...you do this genre so beautifully! Happy new year and stay warm my friend!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha, hey if that's where you brought you, kind of funny Kelly! Thanks for the luverly review. ;-)

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