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]

:)

[Sheila Kline]

It is when we are able to feel the high and the low of emotions that we are most able to understand who we are. Those vivid, exotic tropical moments are often found only after the dark low of the times of dark cherry wine have pierced us and left the taste of bittersweet. We remember the bitter, but oh how we yearn for the apricot nectar!!

Your words are ones that remind me that the good is always better after we have shattered the glass with the dregs of life to savor the bliss of paradise!!

Another profound write my dear friend......but, then all of yours are!! I just can't tell you that too many times!!!

[Frieda P]

The 'dregs' yes...how much that word conjures up, eh?....thanks so much, you're a living doll Sheila! x

[Angi]

This flows beautifully, I like the form you used for your words.

I see hard times spaced in between good times, She is wandering around thinking about these moments, deciding that the good times wouldn't be savored so sweetly if the bad times weren't there. Lovely piece!

[Frieda P]

So glad you enjoyed it Angi, thanks so much.

[Jack...]

lifes brightness and darkness combine in this wonderful piece. Different nuances of each day, some soft and some rough against the skin. I sit on this beach with shade of palms and cool breezes all the while knowing that somewhere behind me life still rages on at its blistering pace. Very nice my friend.

[Frieda P]

Yes, life does rage on at a blistering pace, well said Jack, & thanks!

[icelandicblue]

This is a beautifully multi-textured poem. The contrasting images enhance each. All beauty has its layers of existence and to totally appreciate it we must look closely and try to see them all.

[Frieda P]

That's the idea, I try to do that, but am not always successful, thanks so much for your thoughts blue.

[Ken Simm.]

I'm with Emma. I too can see the Souk and the mixture of older and brash newer contrasting. Whats mre I can feel it with my other senses also. All the hallmarks of excellent verse.

[Frieda P]

Not a bad place to be, with Emma, just saying. Thank you very kindly, muchly appreciated sir Ken.

[Stella Armour]

"somewhere in between" the smooth with the rough. the dark hole in the centre of something beautiful.I read this Frieda as having to take the bad in order to see the good, i hope i am somewhere you meant the reader to be.....

[Frieda P]

Exactly Stella, you read me so well. :-) Thanks...

[Stella Armour]

always my pleasure Frieda..