Your Tears Slid Down My Face

Perhaps you recognized my dark suit in your closet

occasionally your tears have slid down my face

our hearts could be beating in the same rhythm as we speak

your ink has stained my mind, mine has oozed upon your eyes

wide divides with no spaces between the twists of alchemy

no quasi hyphenation counterfeit resemblances to simulate

24 carats of pure unadulterated compulsive purging of the soul

weeping in your tang of bitterness, crying in your soul

with pen to paper, tears to dust through poetic firmament 

smiling behind melancholy eyes ruminating inky connections

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Your poetry is getting more powerful and love the way you use the language.
"your ink has stained my mind, mine has oozed upon your eyes
wide divides with no spaces between the twists of alchemy"
I like the above statements. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Wow Coyote you've made my day with this review, thanks so much my friend.

[Jack...]

Frieda, my good friend, my heart breaking these past few days has become common. Your poetry brings front the pain of loss and does so in a deep and shattering way. I believe for a few of us, your tears have slid down our faces. Very powerful my friend.

[Frieda P]

You know how much I appreciate you Jack, thanks again for being here for me. x

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow Frieda! A very poignant piece full of the usual intellegent use of metaphors and well chosen phrases.

[Frieda P]

I'm jazzed, I got a Wow from you, thanks John.

[KAOlmsted]

There is no one who loves you more than I do...that second line could live and breathe on its own...that it is second fiddle makes me weep. You hear me. I love you. Enough said. xoxo

[Frieda P]

Touched my heart the kimmer, and I you dear friend. xo

[KAOlmsted]

< 3 xo

[gabrielle]

Common experience works as greatest bond to some individuals. perhaps, such experience would let them understand and feel each other even without talking. This piece radiates pain and yet wonderfully written.

[Frieda P]

Pain & grief does seem to bring a common understanding, thanks so much gabrielle.

[khalid]

is this what a sheet of paper would say to the pen? that is what i have felt..it can be about humans sheets(women) and human pens(men) very smart poem as always..

[Frieda P]

Or the other way around, good one khalid, thanks so much.

[Raven Cedrone]

Frieda, this was a stunning piece! Your imagery oozed with pain and grief, something all of us experience in our lifetime. Your raw emotions spilled out over the page. Superb!

~Raven

[Frieda P]

Thank you Raven, your words are humbling.

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love the imagery in this piece.. so vivid and alive.. raw and passionate. The pain of shared loss is evident here and well expressed. Loved this.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Lori.

[Barbara Walker]

Strong poem and i love the last line!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Barbara.

[Rita L. Sev]

"Your dark suit in my closet... - Your ink has stained my mind..."

A potent sorrow shared, in this case, seems not to be half sorrow as the adage promises, but rather equal; in that there is a small comfort.
A beautiful poem of shared emotion.

[Frieda P]

Much appreciate your shared emotions Rita, thanks.

[Marie]

This title would make a great country song.

[Frieda P]

Ha, you're probably right Marie. I'll talk to John Rich.