~house of cards falls down

Behind this wall of plastered promises

foundations breaking in trembling tree tops

blocking the zephyrs that cool my keep

no light enters through those blind spots

breezes stuck in lock down's sentiments

torched the bed in emotion's steamroller

desperate structures resting on old laurels

placed a bet at the top floor suite

ended up on ground level's division

watched the house of cards fall down

Author's Note

Reviews

[DIVYA]

"desperate structures resting on old laurels
placed a bet at the top floor suite
ended up on ground level's division
watched the house of cards fall down"

This writing scores an ace as far as talking of hopelessness in relationships goes. We can go on for so long on something so little that transpired so many eons ago.

"wall of plastered promises" - a stunning phrase Frieda...it sums up how little we sometimes setlle for! Another gem! And looking forward to more.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Divya, wasn't sure about this one, I should have known if you read it, you would relate, I feel better about it now...grazie mille!

[Confuser]

Now this is absolutely phenomenal. I loved it. Thank you.

[Harmartia Poe]

This poem is absolutely gorgeous, rendered with so much emotion.

[SmittyJas]

This makes me wonder if I will ever live in a tower of playing cards again when the penthouse sweet become ground level could be just a gust of wind.

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, the house of cards, so desperately kept intact by your speaker in times of distress so long as the surroundings worked towards their favor, so long as the sun continued to shine. Yet, as the leaves in the treetops blocked out the sun, everything had fallen apart. And the house of cards kept intact, now falls down. You convey your message and emotions clearly, well done!

[R Smith]

just a light breeze and away goes all our hopes and dreams, guess we must build again, great poem.

[willweb]

I guess none of us stand a chance when the deck is stacked against us. This was fantastic Frieda P. I really like how you write.

[Tate Morgan]

Sounds like a inner fight with the demons of the soul and the memories of life

[s y e]

Wow, I think I may be outside your house right now, thats how powerful this was that it blew me right to your house! Damn woman, you keep blowing me away... If you want me to come, just say. ;-) Anyhow, I really did love this one...

xoxo

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

To me this is a great metaphorical analogy of someone standing by helplessly as their love life falls apart. An awesomesauce job Moonbeam.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Frieda ... cards placed tenderly to reach
a star ... tears in a wind rain down...
an earthquake shakes and cards tumble into
a deck of used dreams... a game of love...
played and lost. A cascade of feelings in a
Hurricane. truly... Pat