Silent Echoes

My deepest voice

 is swirling round my head

trying to connect the dots

            of the puzzle you presented

i wanted to lay down and die

who's the one still breathing,

         only the soft whispers saved me

standing arms extended

          at the edge of this cliff,

setting fire to the reflection

         would it be a welcome flight

         or could it start this trip all over again

should i meet you halfway

would your wings catch my fall

           does splendor in the grass lie below

or is it hiding in a falling star

beyond a blackened cloud,

spinning back to earthly reminisces

 all that's left is  

dark silence that beckons

Reviews

[Ayvid N]

Sometimes you are magical. You are...here!

"or could it start this trip all over again
should i meet you halfway
would your wings catch my fall" - No words for this unbelievable poetry.

"does splendor in the grass lie below
or is it hiding in a falling star
beyond a blackened cloud,
spinning back to earthly reminisces"

You made the contemplation so incredibly magical. Shimmering poetry Frieda! Hats off!

[Frieda P]

I knew you'd relate to this one on a personal level, thanks from the bottom of my heart dear friend....you rock! x

[PP]

At the edge of the cliff, mind is often flooded with numerous thoughts! A very nice write hun x

[Frieda P]

Flooded yes, like a tsunami! Thanks Tink...x

[Rose Kavanagh]

A beautifully written, powerful poem. I especially like the lines: "setting fire to the reflection" and "beyond a blackened cloud," they present lovely imagery.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for visiting my page and your great review Rose, much appreciated.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Faith is not believing in what we see but rather the belief in things we cannot see. She is always there we just have to trust her.

[Frieda P]

I'm not sure I have faith in things I can't see, maybe that's my problem! Thanks Dale...

[s y e]

Don't know what to say....

I hope one day your Angel catches you.

[Frieda P]

Sometimes we don't need words hun, thanks x

[Holly Mason]

what a haunting piece you have penned
searching looking hoping
always so nice to read your work
dark silence that beckons-what an image to leave with the reader
thank you for sharing

[Frieda P]

Thanks Holly always a pleasure to read your reviews.

[Dr. Wood ?]

wonderful poem Frieda...as usual.....I've stood upon that very cliff...many moons ago

[Frieda P]

Many have it seems...thanks Dr Wood.

[Rhianne Ney]

Great and another profound poem by a great poetess(:
~Keep writing~

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rhianne.

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome, Ma'am (:

[Jack...]

If only we could hear those words and live in that splendor, oh, somewhere beyond the darkened clouds does wait that silver lining and I will celebrate with you when you feel its warmth.

[Frieda P]

Splendor is such a lovely word, isn't it? I do hope you're righ Jack, maybe one day we'll all feel that warmth.

[icelandicblue]

That dark silence lurks at the edge of all splendor. Sometimes we keep hold of a candle to keep it at bay; sometimes we cannot. Nicely penned poem about standing at the edge of the abyss.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind words icelandicblue.

[Neville]

Another intrigueing and deeply expressive picture, skillfully created from nothing more than well chosen words, an intrinsic gift indeed & then selflessly strung together and made available to us lucky so & so's...

Thank you Frieda P

All Good Things, Neville P

[Frieda P]

Thanks again for your visit and kind words Neville, much appreciated.

[Neville]

No problem, none at all. N