Fitful Hauntings

Fitful Hauntings

A Poem by Frieda P

Your desperation
           has punctured
 a hole in my soul
              your light is gone, yet
   it lives loudly in my being
only to be turned into
 darkest of night inky blues
hanging in mid air
 with no breathe in sight
last thoughts of decay
           and torment left behind
 You are now my affliction
 for which I abide
   departed vivacity crashes 
              and settle in life's crevices
residing in the torment
 of spirit's anguish
no comforts to bear 
            the cross of sorrow's woe
melancholy eyes penetrate
 my sleep at darkest hour
cursed with the nightmares
 of your final hours

© 2013 Frieda P


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i fear this hearkens back to a loss of yours with which i am painfully familiar. frieda, darling, i hate this for you. like my Jeanine, this is something you will never get out of your heart. it does help to write and emote to others....this is both endearing and sad. and it makes me want to extend my heart and hugs to you across the miles. awesome and very personal write, my dear one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

You're most gracious quin and I really appreciate it, you have no idea what that means to me...thank.. read more
quinfinn

11 Years Ago

i'm your huckleberry
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Huckleberry quin..has a ring to it.



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That must have been some final act of desperation, and it pains me so much to read these pieces of yours, but on the other hand, they are so hauntingly beautiful to read...thank you for sharing them with us.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Such a deep and abiding sense of loss in this piece, dearest Frieda...such whispers of ache captured in these deeply moving brushstrokes....so powerfully touching...((hugs))



Posted 11 Years Ago


melancholy eyes penetrate
my sleep at darkest hour
cursed with the nightmares
of your final hours

painful truth spoken with the most feared honesty
we can move on
we can try to forget
but we can never be the same


Posted 11 Years Ago


No review, though technically and every other way the poem is good.

Just a quiet hug.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Awh thanks Michael, you are a sweetheart.
so mystical. you never give us the story straight, rather dance around the plot and flirt with each chapter. I love that about your work. bravo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

If I gave you the story straight, you might never sleep again...............
thanks Annabelle... read more
Wowsers! So powerful, sad and painful all at once!
Blew me away!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

s y e

11 Years Ago

It is very haunting!
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Now you know why I hardly sleep...
s y e

11 Years Ago

LOOOL
Nice poem, but what really struck me was the avatar photo--for some reason it reminds me of a Myrdraal from the Wheel of Time saga

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Have no clue what that is...but I'm sure it's some type of creepy creature. Thanks for the review K.. read more
My love always to you Frieda...=)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Awh you're sweet David, thanks so much! ;-)
Frieda, like Quin I immediately recognised this story. For her sake you have to break free of the torment and cellebrate your life in her honour.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Yes John, thanks.
Love this! Great words, nice flow.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the read and review Daegal, much appreciated.

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Added on February 19, 2013
Last Updated on February 21, 2013
Tags: Suicide, nightmares, death, sadness

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Frieda P
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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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