Talk to The Pen

Talk to The Pen

A Poem by Frieda P

Dripping watercolor
                         poetry, 
flows so easily

'spoken word',
                                                 bogged down in muck

light and airy 
spun like webs of silk
pen the heart til'
its torments coo

_ _ _
angry fears wrap around the tongue
obliterated
vocal loud thumps of heart
boom boom pow silenced to tears
_ _ _

hang to the lucidity
 of a pen uninfluenced
'much ado' about something,
 or nothing
melt into the crevices of 
                 wood and fire
neologistic motives
          for punctuation clear
say a word, 
blow a kiss, 
it's one in the same
it can't be forced/
 the muse is fickle
~the sanctuary~
 but a dream of light
Now I lay me down to sleep
'my mind's illusions drift into slumber'
it's all in the twist of a wrist,
 a blind of an eye
bleed it's contents dry
from vapors
 come clues and puns
always treasured.
 never quite done
'there ain't no cure for love'

Definitivamente, 

                                                 finalmente, poetry! 

© 2013 Frieda P


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You are a word-woman. The poem is amazing. I had to read for the journey into thoughts and good words.
"Now I lay me down to sleep
'my mind's illusions drift into slumber'
it's all in the twist of a wrist,
a blind of an eye"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Wow, coming from the word-master I am truly humbled Coyote.



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You really have a way with words.... Well done deary!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

s y e

11 Years Ago

LOLIEZZ
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

did you just call me a liar in your special tongues? ;-P
s y e

11 Years Ago

Nope.
Of coarse there is no cure for love, love should be the cure...
truth of the matter is our own heart is our real muse, we just don't listen enough.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

"Love should be the cure." Having t-shirts made up, how many you want Dale? ;-)
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

11 Years Ago

7, one for every day of the week.
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

:-D
There ain't no cure for love . . . I wish there was

Posted 11 Years Ago


Frieda P

11 Years Ago

That's what she said.
Kaylor Mason

11 Years Ago

LOL :)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

:-D
Poets phew! we speak from the page, some from behind it, but we speak!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Always a good thing, even when it's bad, it's still all good.
you have a really great way of saying things you have talent and you always amaze me your writing is wicked sick seriously I mean crevices of wood and fire I love it

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

ha it didn't sound weird until you said it! ;-P
Deron Alexis

11 Years Ago

lol
I have run out of superlatives to describe your stuff...two thumbs way up :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Haha Well none of us are getting younger, that's becoming obvious to me with the passing of each bir.. read more
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

stfu ;-P
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Hey I was talking about ME haha ;P
Lots of power in the ablity of the pen in this one yet very magical and uplifting all at the same time, Very very good

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Ooooo likey! ;-)
The pen has proven many times what strength it can have. When combined with poetry, that can be massive.
Good write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Michael, sometimes we don't realize the pen is mightier than the word when we are silenced.
Fun. I like it

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Baby.
It seems you vound your voice dear... hmmm.
Still, it holds one's soul off to the side. Read indeed, but do not touch the hand.
I would sing you song that floats into your breath and begs your body to talk to mine up close and one on one. Hoping that in such close proximity our souls could touch... Not a particular come on to you, but a thought in general my dear...
You always get me thinking.
Now I'm going on explaining again...


Posted 11 Years Ago


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 David Scott

11 Years Ago

No percentage could ever give measure the vlue I place on your lovely commentary my dear. I shall o.. read more
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Who is this?
 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Ha... My moods... None of them worth fighting over I assure you.

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Frieda P

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