~Passing Shadows

~Passing Shadows

A Poem by Frieda P

I remember you,
  you stole my breath away
           and never gave it back
your imprint lingers
           on my soul like a wafting tattoo
silly notions come to mind,
   your  piercing eyes that held me like hot fiery coals
 the way you used to weave your fingers through my hair & tug gently,
 you held my face and traced my lips 
            with your fingertips in a figure eight for infinity
your musky scent in the middle of the night 
                             when you woke frisky in the mood
the way you said my name, 
          made it sound like no other had ever spoken it before
            I've not heard it quite the same way since
you were gone in an instant and all that is left,
                       an intoxicating trance of you upon my heart
sometimes in the middle of a still night, I think I hear you call to me
                  but it's merely a wisp of a flutter floating~
                           passing  through me as a sweet shadow of reminiscence





© 2013 Frieda P


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the way you said my name,
made it sound like no other had ever spoken it before

I've not heard it quite the same way since

Sometimes its the beautiful, deep and different words you use that I gravitate to. And sometimes its the simple statement that just blows me away. Amazing how your name sounds when some one you love speaks it...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks for this glowing review TL, much appreciate it.



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Such nostalgia! Beautifully described, touched my heart xx

Posted 11 Years Ago


"wisp of a flutter floating-" I imagine cold sweats and tangled sheets when I think of hearing my name in the night, but you Frieda gracefully weave your words into poetic reminiscence. Very nice. Was this person your Gigolo that danced like he was a crackhead? lol.

Posted 11 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have to say, this piece held me right to the end, a guided and relatable prose that sooths the mind.

Posted 11 Years Ago


beautiful, made my heart ache.
I love the word choice, the poem just flows like mist coming of the asphalt.
Brought back many memories.
Amazing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


superb

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Grazie milli, prashant.
wonderfully penned thoughts! I just loved it The last para is amazingly beautiful and apt.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Onku, muchly appreciate your thoughts.
Had Wonderman stayed, would you now be writing gorgeous odes to him and the glory of his lovemaking?
More likely, you'd be composing stinging light verse deriding him for a myriad of irritating personal traits.
In romantic relationships, what we possess--virtually, control--we soon resent and eventually lose interest in; what we want, that somehow slips from our grasp, we desire forever.
Take it to the bank, Frieda!--I majored in "Love's Quirks and Dysfunctions."


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

First off, 'Wonderman' made me giggle, and 'stinging light verse' moi? Ha....thanks so much for you.. read more
I feel lonely just reading this...a devastatingly beautiful piece my dear xo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Sounds like a plan ;)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Not sure about Berlin though, was thinking of a better B place. ;-)
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

;D
Like hot fiery coals ?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Ha, yes you know, those hot piercing orbs....
lee von cleef

11 Years Ago

orbs the children of Roy, the tasseled peaks spinning counter clockwise, Twins though one is slightl.. read more
Woah, this was stunning. This write was just brought to life! It was amazing! I felt it all ~ the ache, the yearning, the loss and mostly, the uninvited memory.

"your imprint lingers
on my soul like a wafting tattoo
silly notions come to mind,
your piercing eyes that held me like hot fiery coals"

Nicely said, this was an absolutely fantastic stanza! (: Great job.

~ Noodle. x




Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Offt, flip flops review Sye, thanks! x

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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