~~Le Petit Mort

translation~the little death

dreamers floating on starlit cotton candy half way to the moon

signs of celestial bodies memories flaming in unison

lost in a trance of artistic delight of tenuous heights

wanderers meet on a plain halfway between nirvana

thunderous roar of passion's brazen bounties

no words to explain the shadow dance of aching 

falling to earth in pools of sinful ecstatic pleasure 

a small death of harmonious concourse to heaven's gates

Author's Note

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

An elegant and guiding piece my love, well done.

[Frieda P]

Thanks love, glad you enjoyed it x

[Frieda P]

Yes, luv C'est le Petit Mort, meet my friend Greek friend Dionysos, for he can help with rich visualisations, psychedellic art, and much more. He's a good conversation bud. :D This is a trance, of pure realisation. I feel in love with it, for I felt at home... Grazie Amore!Baci x

[Frieda P]

La mia casa è la sua casa, la ringrazia così molti i miei baci di amore, hope that's right! Baci xo

di niente mia cara... ti voglio bene... :)

[Frieda P]

Now ti voglio bene I know! ;-)

[Bre]

No one ever talks about that between, that was nice.

[Frieda P]

That's the best part, getting there, lasts longer too, thanks Bre.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is pleasure, there is fulfillment...but only a halfway feeling...and as good as that is, imagine if we could get all the way there?

wow, what an experience that would be...

drowning in cotton candy... and feeling the small deaths---ecstasy...

another poem with the frieda stamp on it.

jacob

[Frieda P]

This made me smile jacob, thanks so much!

[Dr. Wood ?]

I have to ask..cos it is bugging me..how can you be half way in between one place?

Probably just my thickness


You have not disappointed with this..as usual...your talent is there for all to see...I just stumbled upon that line

[Frieda P]

Ha you'll figure it out hon, maybe it's a sandwich. ;-)

[Dr. Wood ?]

Hmmmm?
Club Nirvana

[Ken Simm.]

Finely spun. The little death when it comes. That is what it is like. Blessed the ones who feel it.

[Frieda P]

Surely blessed Ken, thanks.

[annie lee]

A metaphor of such evocative and rich tapestry -- it leaves me breathless. As it should. The images tumble towards the reader at a dizzying speed until .... ahhh. wow wow -- may we all be so fortunate to experience many small deaths.
Brava

[Frieda P]

wow wow love your review, thanks so much!

[ANTO]

"lost in a trance of artistic delight of tenuous heights" - this is how I felt reading 'Le Petit Mort' Frieda.
Any higher and I would not have been able to come down.

[Frieda P]

Woo that's what i like to hear, thanks ANTnee :-)

[ANTO]

Yer welcome much very Freeeeeeeda ...lol
X

[Baby Ricochet]

I love the moon but I don't like cotton candy, I'm down with the pools of sinful ecstatic pleasures. Tell me where that is and I'm there

[Frieda P]

Use your imagination love. ;-)

[SteveB]

Ah, the little death. The rapturous explosion of emptyiness when all is momentarily lost and at the same time discovered. Well penned. Vivid and exact word choices, great imagery, well done!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Steve, nice to see you back!