Fitful Hauntings

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

Reviews

[quinfinn]

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.

[Frieda P]

You're most gracious quin and I really appreciate it, you have no idea what that means to me...thanks so much.

[quinfinn]

i'm your huckleberry

[Frieda P]

Huckleberry quin..has a ring to it.

[Chris]

Seems we share an early morn... Hi Frieda... feeling the "edge"?

[Frieda P]

Hiya Chris, you an insomniac too?

[Chris]

I don't know... what's it take?

[Frieda P]

Inability to comprehend sleep I guess....

[Chris]

some big words there... do I have ta wrap my head 'round em?

[Frieda P]

It's just some complicated concept that evidently caught on, I have no clue...

[Chris]

I didn't even have any coffee yet... sigh

[Muse]

When I first started reading you...I will admit to being suspicious of your art. Lol...I thought who are you??? You remind me of somebody...but that somebody is me...you don't care about any one genre....you write prose...freestyle...to hell with the rules...you write with your gut...you write with heart. That's why I can relate to your words. Even as surreal as it may be at times...certain phrases jump out and grab me by the synapsis...and I get it....I really get it!

[Frieda P]

Wow, that made me laugh out loud, ha! I certainly will take that as the height of compliments...glad you get me!

[Muse]

Two f***ed up minds are better than one. On the cafe...we are many. ;)

[Frieda P]

We're all a little bit crazy, yep! ;-)

[Frieda P]

It's that fine line between genius and insanity. ;-P

[Muse]

I never looked at it that way...thanks for the ego trip. I always knew I was just smart. :P

[Frieda P]

Who wants to be mediocre...it's all or nothing with us poets...

[Muse]

I already crossed that line, after penning Holocaust my husband said I qualified for a shrink. lol

[Frieda P]

Now that did take genius! I think your hubby was just using that as an excuse. ha

[Muse]

it was him not really wanting to admit that it turned him on reading me. ;)

[Frieda P]

ha ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Quin said it all...

[Frieda P]

Wait...what?

[kublakhan27]

He already said all the things I was gonna say here...

[Frieda P]

Ha I know! You know what I meant...............

[kublakhan27]

:P

[Frieda P]

;-)

[Coyote Poetry]

"You are now my affliction
for which I abide'
I like the description. Your strong statements brought me in and made me ponder many things. Nightmares can be passed on. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Not sure what 'passed on' means, thanks John.

[Horizon K.]

Only to be turned into
darkest of night inky blues

My dear Frieda, this poem carries in it so much torment. I can feel your heart in here, broken, and the sorrow you write flows like a river, and creeps into the crevices of mine. A haunting and beautifully penned write.
xx Horizon

[Frieda P]

Such a sweet and thoughtful review Horizon, thanks so much. x

[Sam Gregory]

Wow! Powerful, so sad, painful yet numbing at the same time. Very well penned, good work indeed.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading INSAMITY, glad you enjoyed it.

[InsanityWriter]

Oooooh! Haunting. I like it. ;) Nicely done!!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Skittles, much appreciated.

[Jibey]

Such is the legacy of a tragic death, of a lost loved one... always around but never there... Written with feeling and eloquence... very moving

[Frieda P]

Very tragic indeed...thanks for your kind thoughts Jibey.

[AYVID N]

A very haunting and soul-stirring poem on the loss of someone dear.

"my sleep at darkest hour
cursed with the nightmares
of your final hours" - these lines are full of the torment and anguish of the loss.

No words to express the sadness I felt while reading this wonderful poem Frieda. Many thanks for penning this its for all of us.

[Frieda P]

As I know you too, have deep roots in this agonizing part of life/death. Thanks for your kind thoughts dear friend.

[Relic]

The torment and fear that comes with the inevitable loss of someone so close is more than painful, it is like an invisible stigmata upon the heart and mind; a mental wound that does not heal. It robs the soul of happiness and promise. Though time allows us to laugh again the reminder is always there.

This is a sad testament to a horrible time in your life. It's sad to read and I'm sure it was sad to write, but that's what we as writers are able to do. It is a catharsis to get it out for what it is worth. Good writing Frieda.

[Frieda P]

I love the insight of this review Relic...and 'invisible stigmata' wow, hit the nail on the head there with that one. Yes time allows us to laugh again, but it's never the same, whoever said 'time heals all wounds' was a crazy person, or they were speaking of a different type of loss entirely. Thanks so much.

[Relic]

Welcome.