Heedful Caution

I implore you

please don't impart

 your heart to me,

 your essence

         is the lovely warmth of potpourri

There are damages broken 

beyond repair

          exposed in me

you'd not survive 

 the depth of inky waters

There are no flutterby kisses

     on the fiery horizon

death's door captured my head

   and hung it out to dry

you fall on me,

you're sure to get burnt

What you've captured is a facade

 covering ravaged afflictions

to foray onto these grounds

         would be like quick sand eruptions

  Eaten alive, a chain reaction

           plunging descent into Hades

 ask the bodies strewn

                  along the way

               In my lovely plot of the dead

                  my twisted garden

                    cultivated methodically, 

    dark debris marks it doom

Reviews

[quinfinn]

as i read this, my heart cries for your tortured psyche...my eyes tear up for your bleeding soul and i would impart to you only the gentlest wishes for happiness, only the truest of all empathy and loving understanding. it seems the best and brightest of us sometimes have too many demons to quell their fears and anxieties and are richly deserving of so much better. this is a straight to the heart and deeply moving warning of your own idiosyncratic proclivities, self destructive and yet, all for self preservation. i love your gentle heart, frieda...it truly shines through in all your writes.

[Frieda P]

'Idiosyncratic proclivities'....nice way to put it huckleberry quin...thanks so much for your lovely response, it truly touches my heart.

[quinfinn]

always

[Frieda P]

xo

[kublakhan27]

Another return to the dark side, which I hate to see but as usual, it makes for incredible poetry...the insistence of no flutterby kisses really draws a line in the sand in terms of what side of you is on display here...wonderful work :)

[Frieda P]

Can't get away with anything whilst you're around Steve....you know my patterns now, will have to change it up real soon. Nothing worse than being predictable, unless you're a cat in heat, if you know what i mean? ;-)

[kublakhan27]

I don't see it as being predictable, I think it means you have an identity, which is a good thing...when I think of your writing I think of a few different signatures, one being dancing for instance...it makes regular appearances in your writing, but it's a trait that I identify as being you, and you evoke it in a different way with every piece...in my case, I think a lot of people here associate me primarily with the weather, which I'm perfectly fine with...the trick is to make sure you dress it up differently every time...the line between predictability and unpredictability is finer than you might think, and I'd say your on the right side ;) And what about Leonard? How often has he used the word "naked?" A lot, but nobody ever gets tired of him saying it haha ;)

[Frieda P]

haha well you're not going to get an argument out of me after that defense, do you practice law on the side when you're not writing poetry? ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Haha No but I've spent a lot of nerd time in my life formulating philosophies on poetry and poets ;P

[rnuff]

wow deep and personal.

[Frieda P]

thanks Shorty, much appreciated.

[Ken Simm.]

The flame of the candle gathers beautiful moths to its flame but is no less fatal for them and is no less beautiful in its own light.

[Frieda P]

What a profound review Ken, thanks so much for your words on my page.

[Holly Mason]

dark debris marks it doom....what an ending line you have left
wanting to be loved thinking we are damaged goods putting us out of reach on a shelf collecting dust...hopefully to be found again dust me please that is what I hear
this is beautiful thank you for sharing

[Frieda P]

'dust me please'? ha I like that...thanks for your review Holly, always a pleasure when you visit.

[Blue Lotus]

profound and deep poem..


There are no flutterby kisses
on the fiery horizon
death's door captured my head
and hung it out to dry
you fall on me,
you're sure to get burnt


Set yourself free sweet pea
resentment is akin to drinking poisen x

[Frieda P]

Ah you're too smart for your pants...what flavor poison? Thanks sweet Hanah. x

[Jack...]

Nothing like printed it out on the welcome mat...but I believe if the right, Mr. Right wiped his feet on that mat, you would stand back from the door and welcome him with open arms. Just my opinion and my other opinion is, amazing Frieda, you can place words in front of us and silently mesmerize us by painting a hypnotyic portrait of life, love, pain or anything else your mind wants to share.

[Frieda P]

As always, you're too kind Jack, glad you enjoyed my conniption...

[Jack...]

One of these days I will learn how to spell... :)>

[Frieda P]

As in 'witches'? ;-)

[Jack...]

yes, that is one of the words witches bothering me.

[Frieda P]

hahaha good one, you're quick today!

[Claire Twinn]

I doubt he'll heed your warning and fear he'll get badly burnt! A great picture of the damage hurt can do.

[Frieda P]

Silly men eh, Claire? Thanks so much for your review.

[Horizon K.]

A broken heart locks itself in a box, fragile and yet still able to shatter those that come too close....
so sad yet beautifully written Frieda

Horizon

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Horizon, love your insightful review.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Matter of deep concern,
A fair sweet warning,
Love's moon is waning.

[Frieda P]

Moon is waning, and I'm whining, thanks kiddo ;-)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

whine on but shine on

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i felt this for a long time...between my first divorce and next really serious relationship...wouldn't let anyone get close to me, or vice-versa...i felt so much like damaged goods that i would destroy anyone who could or would love me.

you have expressed that so well here.

beautiful but painful write to read. memories come swirling back.

[Frieda P]

Thanks jacob, I'm sure I'm not alone in these fears and feelings....sorry for the memory glitch.