Somewhere 'tween

Silks and satin mingle with burlap

   those rough patches between spirit

      and the eyes of twilight 

  dark cherry wine lingering end of days

    wandering around in grey flannel

  comforts of a different rhyme

    spaces that disenchant the musings 

  integral sadness that makes a whole

    pit at the center of apricot's sweet nectar

  crush that fills the air with metaphorical blush smoke

    & yet, somehow i convince myself these tropical beaches 

  would be nothing without the sting of scorching rays

           whilst shadings of toxic perfume waft skyward

Author's Note

painting by Lauren Woods

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' - and the eyes of twilight ~~ dark cherry wine lingering end of days ~~ wandering around in grey flannel ~~ comforts of a different rhyme ..'

Why do i see and feel an exotic place i visited a few years back .. where rushed and noisy time was shadowed by a slower ancient past!? You write of comparisons, of change, of how one experiences contrast; an essential written in a mixed palette of colours with metaphorical swings and roundabouts. Might be wrong, but how i interpret your beautiful words.

[Frieda P]

So ecstatic you got the feel for this one Em, wasn't sure if that would come across exactly, yes it's all about contrast, dark and lights that we encounter in our daily lives. Much appreciate you my friend.

[emmajoy]

My pleasure, Frieda! Have to admit I immediately thought of that way out place, Dubai. It's so bright it drowns the senses; but, peeping around corners, walking down alleys, there's a gentler,calmer heart that pales but means so much more. Guess that's why i picked up the contrast in albeit a different way.

[Frieda P]

Ah, never been myself, my cousin Paola lived there for a whilst her hubby had a job in Dubai...I can see how you got here from there....

[emmajoy]

:)

[khalid]

very nicely penned..as usual..

[Pranav Malhotra]

lovely

[Kristin Lee]

Lovely and yet so sad. "yet, somehow i convince myself these tropical beaches

would be nothing without the sting of scorching rays

whilst shadings of toxic perfume waft skyward"

I think of the city in exactly th opposite light...if only it didn't have the toxic perfume and all the ugly scorch marks it might be pretty, lol.

[lolawants]

amazing :)

[Frieda P]

Thank you lola

[luviva]

loving your work.
and the explorative nature of your
falling in love with yo wrritings

[Frieda P]

You're too kind luviva, thanks so much.

[Baby Ricochet]

No they wouldn't be

[Frieda P]

Thanks Mark.

[wynn]

Once again, no restrictions. I love your poetry, Frieda! Everything you write is beautiful, descriptive, vivid and sometimes devious! Haha! Thanks again for the wonderful write.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Love these beautiful contrasts wrapped up in such lovely images. Beautiful rhythm and flow. Wonderful Frieda!

[Souladareatease]

AHHH Beautiful...though at times it feels not (knot)......... I would never want to be Young again and go through those horrors hahaha fun it was though...I enjoy the middle of the road ...I think I will stay and no longer have birthdays...yes...indeed...that's what i'll do...Hows bout You Frieda? living today knowledge of yesterday I care not for tomorrow till it is today.
tis a wonderful piece You've writ with wit as always!!! I Loved this mucho much!!!