Tread'd ripples ~

I tread amidst deep contemplation's ripples

alone in past inky passages of desire

impassioned life flows through my veins, yet

I safely wade upon shallow water's glean

reflections of this shatter'd crystal image

resembling the girl I used to be

thunder in my heart, 

immers'd in a cleansing drizzle 

raining softly in my soul

Author's Note

artwork ~ Steve Hanks

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Now this one has passion ---
in the lines of this verse...
I do like the wordage presented...
and the font for once in a life time...LOL...
I was wondering if you wanted to use:
Cleansing... in the second to the last line...
I see you're a Marilyn fan...
Then I am Arthur Miller...hehehe...
she had a fetish for tall men...

[Frieda P]

Wooo score! Ha finally, I got your stamp of approval on a font. ;) Yes, thanks for the heads up, I did mean cleansing, glad you enjoyed. Thanks muchly Art. ;)

[Mark]

An honest work. Very nice.

[Tai Ryens]

The fragrance of a memory (or memories) is powerful in this one, and I like the way you present it: impassioned blood that flows through your veins with enough intensity to faze you, ripples in water that harbor such vigorous force but not enough to splash you, just enough to vibrate your world in a way that causes you to reflect with such a strongly evoked emotion that also feels dull.
Dull passion is what reverberates through here, and it feels like an itch you can't scratch. Well done.

[icelandicblue]

Shattered crystal and thunder in your heart come from living. There are a lot of nicks in the china overtime. Yet that cleansing drizzle that soft rain remains in the piece you hold onto the tightest...your soul.

[Leyla Hess]

Frieda, this is very easily my favorite of the pieces you have posted here. If you've had the time to look over some of my own recent posts, I'm sure there will be no mystery for you in this; I've become obsessed lately with mirrors and reflection, and the pursuit of the objects reflected therein. It is interesting--in the second part of Goethe's Faust (a favorite source text of mine, if you have not been able to guess this so far) we find the beautiful often emerging from shattered crystal. A strange combination of the feminine ideal with violence--the sacred with the profane, as it were.

If it is not too presumptuous of me, I would like to offer one small piece of advice. A dear professor and literary sounding-board offered me the same some time ago, and I can earnestly say my work benefited from heeding to it. Your own work is full of quirks--many of them are lovely and very charming, and your lexical choices are always interesting. At times, though, they border on the excessively decadent (this is not the case in this poem, but in some others), and this can be somewhat distracting. I understand why you are wont to use this kind of hypersensual vocabulary--I often am myself--but placing it more strategically may benefit your work greatly. It certainly did my own.

Again, a beautiful piece.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Another stunning poem, nicely written Frieda! ^_^

Kaze~

[Saddam]

resembling the girl I used to be
thunder in my heart,
immers'd in a cleansing drizzle
raining softly in my soul.

Love to read your all poetry. A great poem.

[Brittany Zedalis]

reflections of this shatter'd crystal image
resembling the girl I used to be

Simply beautiful, Frieda.

[David Scott]

As usual you have found a gently reflective way to explore a melancholy artifact of being human.
Beautifully done dear Frieda.
Good to read you again today.

[Michael G. Smith]

This is kind of trippy if you read it while listening to Ozzy.

[ANM]

We all change it is natures gift to us! Lovely poem!