~But a Dreamy Whisper...

  

     i had a lovely dream

                          or was it a dream?

            feelings still linger like hot fiery ice

    i am certain you touched my face

            caressed my heart,

      held my hand

    thought i caught a glimpse of you

                 out of the corner of my eye

    chalked it up to wishful thinking

                                and lunatic ravings,

      the next moment,

 
​              the gentlest breeze,

      a fragrance remembered so well,

                 a discernible whisper in my ear,

             and I noticed there, tucked at the nape of my neck

                            wildflowers in my hair

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

" the gentlest breeze,
a fragrance remembered so well,


a discernible whisper in my ear,"
I'm so glad you are dreaming some nice dreams for a change among all life's troubles and aches. We need them to refresh our souls and give us hope...Bravo...:)

[Frieda P]

For a change, whatever do you mean Sami? ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

^^~^^ :)

[Shivam Murari]

Beautiful and picturesque oxymoron. I loved the poem, overall.

[Frieda P]

Thank you kindly Shivam.

[Shivam Murari]

:)

[Ken Simm.]

Its amazing where dreams can get to, isn't it.

[Frieda P]

Yes, especially when they stay a while, the good ones anyway, thanks so much Ken.

[Rita L. Sev]

Frieda, this piece reads exactly like a dreamy whisper, gently flowing down the page. I am reminded of friends who have left too soon, but whose memory still lingers.

[Frieda P]

Glad it brought you there Rita, thanks muchly.

[Raven Cedrone]

"feelings still linger like hot fiery ice" This line was so intense for me. I loved it! A vivid descriptions of mixed emotions within oneself.
Your poems and always so profound, even in their simplest form.

~Raven

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks for the glowing review Raven!

[Zelle]

i liked it simplicity and loved how the verse proceeded!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Zelle.

[Stella Armour]

beautifully calm and serene Frieda, letting others make themselves known to us through dream state...

[Frieda P]

Glad you enjoyed it Stella, I'm pretty sure Cohen was playing in the background. ;-)

[Stella Armour]

oh yes, he does find his way into your dreams,..lol

[Frieda P]

Lol for sure!

[Stella Armour]

i bet Suzanne and Marianne don't know..lol

[Frieda P]

Ha I bet they do....

[Stella Armour]

:o)

[Dhaye]

Sometimes we missed somebody whose no longer with us...then through our imagination we believe that he's there..only to find out that he's really been there!

Nice poem, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Grazie Dhaye, they are the nice ones, yes.

[redflutterby]

I see more then one way to view this poem. The dream touch of a lover...a sensual longing in our sleep. But it can just as easily show the presence of a loved one who has left to soon. Family or friend ..someone close who is missed so much. Either way it is beautiful and a little simpler then your usual pieces. And it touches me sweetly! xo

[Frieda P]

Awh, so glad it did Red, see you're an old softie after all. ;-) xo

[redflutterby]

An old softy...whatcha talkn bout Willis?? Haha... and you know I'm soft and sweet..xo

[Frieda P]

Willis see's both sides now. ;-) xo

[redflutterby]

Yep...xoxo

[Jack...]

Once more I find a gift under my tree and it is surrounded by beautiful wildflowers and blue skies offering fragrant winds upon my face. This is why I sleep, not so much to dream, but to wake the next morning and find your poetry waiting to awaken my dawning smiles. Very nice my sweet friend. Tender and touching and oh so romantic. Loved this Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Your review is like poetry Jack, thanks muchly. ;-)