`buona sera cottongrass

buona sera translation is 'good evening'....

She said buona sera to her tears

like flowers in a chill'd wind

       they made her shiver

  frozen mind in her heart's quiver

forgave the bloom that wilted

         guilty kisses that withered,

buried her spirit 

under a bed

           of tundra's cottongrass

she knew, 'none of it was true'

~ last dying thought in the

                     pretense of love

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Feigned love, a bidding to tears good night, possibly a betrayal in the atmosphere of the piece, courtesy of the other party . . . The shattering reality of everything dawning upon your speaker is breathtaking in the amount of misery that would ensue, and the attitude with which your speaker greets her sorrow is enticing, as she seems to have expected it, somewhat, in some way. Anticipated that the love would be revealed as nothing but a hoax and acting accordingly . . . Lovely poem, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your in-depth review Tai, you always read me so well...muchly appreciated...

[s y e]

After we've broken sometimes all we need to do is realise we are strong and we don't need the people who are going to hurt us anymore... Dry your tears, Mama F, smile your beautiful smile because you are so special and beautiful.... I loved this one, it touched my heart.

[Frieda P]

Very sweet of you to say Sye, thanks so much. x

[Lyn Anderson]

Poems like these I measure in goosebump factor -- 20/10! Beauty, my dear, this one is gold.

[Frieda P]

Oh I'm tickled, now I have goosebumps, thanks KL!

[Vidya Bacchus]

After the heartbreak there comes a time when we realize we need to dry our tears and move on even though it hurts.Lovely as usual chica :)

[Frieda P]

True, too bad it takes so long, thanks pazzo. :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Relic]

Pure poetry laced with sadness. Each of your poems is an art form.

[Frieda P]

Wow Relic....I'm enthralled, I take back what I said on your last poem ;) NO I don't, thanks so much, that was sweet of you....color me charmed.

[Relic]

No problem. I fixed up the title to that one.

[Pryde Foltz]

'none of it was true'
~ last dying thought in the
pretense of love

The height of expression and skill with this short write, Frieda. Indeed, romantic love, without the backing of the spirit, is not but a game we play, and there is no point in crying over a game;) Again, big fan of this piece … it's a classic.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for such a luverly review Pryde...yep those dang games. ;)

[kublakhan27]

I was substantially moved by this one love...the idea of a spirit being buried was striking and it put me in reflective mode...so many memories came to mind upon reading this, memories that were probably not unlike the ones you seem to be reflecting on here...and the flowers in a chill'd wind...I was taken aback by that image as well for reasons that are hard to explain...you truly bring emotions to life my friend...xo

[Frieda P]

So sweet of you to say Benji, wasn't sure if anyone would relate to the 'tundra cottongrass' but I'm glad the emotions seeped through. :) xo

[kublakhan27]

They always seep through love...it's in your voice :) xo

[Frieda P]

MWAH....grazie again! :) xo

[Chris]

- Midnights aren't so sweet anymore -

Yet another dark's Midnaught
revery
on a coffee morning...
life as we find in a moment's silence
and yet we are so unique in our darks,
within our ...echoes.

...continuing as we go...

[Frieda P]

What an utterly gorgeous review Chris, it's so poetic, thanks sweet friend!

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing poetry my friend. Your words took me to good places and thoughts. I like the feel of old-school poetry. Written for the heart and for reason. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much John, what a great compliment!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Poetry need to take us to better places. Your poem did.

[Frieda P]

I am humbled Coyote, you've made my day and put a smile on my face....

[Coyote Poetry]

That make me happy too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem made me feel very cold...welcoming, embracing the chill of death....such sadness expressed.

[Frieda P]

'parting is such sweet sorrow', thanks so much jacob....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"that i shall say goodnight until it be morrow"

[KeeD]

Frozen mind in her heart's quiver.. that line has a lasting impression on me. I love the song you always introduce me to some amazing vocalist through your amazing poetry. The icy emotion that blankets this poem is somewhat warm and comforting, it helps heal, it helps recover. Wonderful writing Frieda

[Frieda P]

Kee!! I've missed you my sweet friend, thanks so much for your kind thoughts, you humble me. :) xo