Remain unsaid...

 

Territorial in composition's pain,

      possessive dance of 

            temperament's affectivity,

 can't sing my sad song  

     leave me be to play upon 

   my heartache's

             frenetic piano keys 

    tune your own authentic

                     drunken reality,

 don't presume you know 

    the angst within my breath

       the way my soul bled,

           tears that were shed,

   nor the million minuscule

       pieces that remain unsaid,

    notes of my obsession 

                            left unsung

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

I've read this specific poem multiple times and each time I am left speechless, the music and your words touch my heart and render me speechless. So I decided to read it to my Gran - 'cause we all know she loves you and your poetry - and damn, even she was speechless (which made me larf) but anywho...

We all have experiences that have shaped us and our past/future... Whoever judges you, needs to have their head checked... I know exactly how it feels to be judge, I'm judged everyday - They may know you but they don't know your story. I wish some wouldn't judge a book by it's cover but they do. You know I love you and think you're the most amazing woman I've ever met... You're my inspiration and I admire you more than words can say.

Flip flops & all that jazz! xoxo

[Frieda P]

You're too kind love, and tell Gran I said thanks muchly too...I know you can relate to this one unfortunately, but you're a warrior butterfly, never forget that. :) xo

[Fran Marie]

no one else but us can know nor sing our sad song.. each of the many steep steps
of sorrow we had to climb up just to get through another day.. the pain may be hidden
but it's still there just the same and the words to speak of it `remain unsaid`

a heartfelt piece so well written...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Fran....

[Matching Socks]

This message was delivered loud and clear Frieda.
No one can ever truly understand someone else's personal pain.
Nor should they press the issue, BUT be careful not to shut people out because of it. You're a beautiful woman with lots of heart, spunk and all that "jazz". You make people laugh and smile. Let someone do that for you too. Keep your guard up, but take a peek through the cracks every so often.
I hope this little speech hadn't branded me as one of "those". I'm far from a preacher!!
More of an evangelist. :]
Great poem, powerful emotions.

[Frieda P]

I think you're safe smartypants. ;) You know the type, they just blahblahblah platitudes left and right, without any real emotion...I'd rather people just FTSU and sit quietly. :}

[Matching Socks]

Lol!! Yes, I know the type. :)

[Rene Salinas]

Astounding! I truly like this!
The thing for me is all those cliches thrwon around which of course I believe in none and all that lovvy dovvy bullshit (excuse my french there) and if we are all so into one another. What's up with the reflection then? Never has the demonstration of that which is what we do so violent so alienating so insensitive. In this writing for me is a real cause can be found. We struggle to understand one another. Even after 20 years of marriage somedays I think someone abducted my wife I replaced it for an automaton. Becuase the kind of things she comes out with.... .
And Frieda here is telling me:
I would tell you about the things they have put me through, The pain I've been subjected to,The countless feasts laid at my feet, Forbidden fruits for me to eat,Now I'm not looking for absolution, Forgiveness for the things I do , But before you come to any conclusions:

Try walking in my shoes!

Oh brother !

[Frieda P]

Oh brother, is right. God, you and me both Rene, if one more person said to me 'this too shall pass' I was going to clobber them to Cleveland..funny about the wifey, she's just trying to keep you on your toes I'll bet! Thanks muchly for this glowing review.

[redflutterby]

Exactly....some people think they can feel your pain or tell you how to fix it. But they don't know anything because they haven't lived it themselves. Kind advice can turn into holy than thou posturing quite easily, maybe without the person meaning to. But I don't usually give people the benefit of the doubt on that one. I think we are a quick fix society that is disconnected from the fact that tragedy and pain scar us and thus alter us from what we once were. You are never the same and you have to find a new way to take flight....

[Frieda P]

Even if we've experience similar pain, we still can't fathom what another is feeling, some people cross that line of compassion and empathy, and it simply proves to make us recoil, I know you've been there...much love Red xo

[Vidya Bacchus]

People cannot begin to know what we are going through or how we feel.To judge is easy but to spend a day in our shoes not so much.Amazing pen chica :)

[Frieda P]

Yep, that's what she said pazzo. ;) Thanks muchly....x

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome girl :)

[therisa]

Frieda, I can never judge you, or the experiences that have shaped your past, but instead, offer a shoulder to cry upon, and an ear or two, should you want to talk. I know what it's like, to have other people past judgment upon you, when they know nothing of the journey, which we are forced to take, to arrive at this place and time. May you find release, to your pain and sorrow. Thank you, for sharing this very important reminder, with us.

[Frieda P]

You're sweet therisa, thanks for your kind words.

[MomzillaNC]

"Notes of my obsession left unsung… " All the little things never said, all the plans spun out in our heads but never carried through… hearts adrift… How egotistical for anyone to think they can "know" another's suffering.

[Frieda P]

I think people mean well, but most should just leave it alone, thanks Momzilla, you read me well.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. And, yes, people mean well. But the mean well as long as you just get over it, and that hurts… it cuts as deep as the source of pain. I'm often overwhelmed by other's emotional state (mostly through touch or proximity). And my experience, both from my own suffering, and from the response to my instinctual reaction to those overwhelming moments, is that the best way someone can show they care is just be there, just offer a hand to hold or a shoulder to lean upon. When the person is able to reach out, they'll ask for advice in one way or another.

Maybe it's just that most folks aren't able to tell when someone is asking for help and when someone is just asking not to be left alone, but given the time and love they need to begin the process.

[Frieda P]

So true, you have an allotted period of time, if you haven't overcome on their time schedule, people get annoyed, don't want you putting their lives out of balance.

[MomzillaNC]

That's partly what my poem "Look Away, Look Away" is about. Dead heroes are easy -- returning heroes, with all their demons are… inconvenient.

[Frieda P]

Well said, I don't think I've read that one, will have to check it out....

[MomzillaNC]

Please tell me what you think of my new lyric too, "A Soldier's Hell"