~Un-Versed Life

Collaboration with Jack & Frieda

Un-versed Life

 

What would life be without poetry or song

sounds of a rabbit hole without air

dreadful thoughts, living without the magic

that transcends breathing itself

 

butterflies without wings

kites without strings

flowers with no scent

tears with no emotions

 

dust at the stem of the thorn

oh but a nightmare would be

silence in wastelands now born

crying as syllables flee

 

Staring at blank plastic walls

colored of teardrops un-cried

nothing, the sound as it calls

heavy, the depth of the sighs

 

~

 

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane

by those who could not hear the music.”  Friedrich Nietzsche

~

 

A pen of empty ink a' pour

trumpets blare without a sound

pages crumbled, tossed the floor

cello strings upon the ground

 

sonnets singed on open flames

ashes float of broken verse

smoke filled eyes of clouded stains

conjured up within the curse

 

zephyr's without atmosphere

words sans color or meaning

memories held captive without a melody

only final good byes & no hellos

 

hard to imagine how it would be

if that first note was never played

the first rhyme never written

darkness within creativity

Reviews

[Astro]

What a pitiful picture you two have weaved. These two sections were my favorites, and seemed to me to invoke such sad visions.
"dust at the stem of the thorn
oh but a nightmare would be
silence in wastelands now born
crying as syllables flee

Staring at blank plastic walls
colored of teardrops un-cried
nothing, the sound as it calls
heavy, the depth of the sighs"

Nice collaboration guys.

[Frieda P]

Sorry I missed your review, but since you picked both of Jack's stanza's, not so much ;-) Thanks Astro....

[Astro]

I wasn't trying to, you know I love your style.

[luviva]

well talking of the enchanted writing pen... i bet you got one or something of a kind...
great write and the questions posed are unimaginable,.. i mean think of a life with no poems or music?? how would we present our feelings and how would those who cant write or whatever drown their sorrows?? A rabbit hole with no air.. i mean that would be so horrible"
all in all a great intriguing poem so well done fellow writer...

[Frieda P]

Yes unimaginable, I agree, thanks so much luviva, nice to see you again....

[luviva]

yeeh been lost 4 a moment guess its because my mind is at rest its nt workking that great gt no workss but atlist am back to revieww

[Rebecca Buller]

A world without the arts is one not worth living. Robert Mondavi said, "Even more importantly, it's wine, food, and the arts. Incorporating those three enhances the quality of life." A superb piece, my friend. Bravo!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rebecca, love that quote!

[icelandicblue]

There would be no beauty in the world. We would live in darkness. This is thought provoking and I love that you used the quote by Friedrich Nietzsche. It is so fitting.

[Frieda P]

One of my favorite quotes Anne, thanks so much, so jazzed you enjoyed our musings.

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is a truly magical poem, Frieda! I cannot imagine a life without poetry, music, art.. To even consider such a life sounds incredibly dull, dying, dead.. You gave so many wonderful images of an un-versed life... I am so thankful we have all of those wonderful things in a versed life.

[Frieda P]

It is pretty unbelievable, luckily we never have to find that one out, thanks, Jack was pretty instrumental in this one too...pun intended. ;-)

[Ravyne Hawke]

Yes, I didn't notice the collaboration until after I posted my comment.. Great job to you both!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there would be no Dylan or Cat Stevens or Simon and Garfunkel or Melanie to listen to while i didn't write my poetry...

that's what would not be for me...

and there would be no writerscafe...and i wouldn't be able to say.."nice collaboration" by two of my favorite WC poets.

and a butterfly just crawled up to my window...because it couldn't fly up.

[Frieda P]

What a great way to put it jacob, thanks muchly for reading, I know you prefer the shorter reads...and poor butterfly :-/

[Emerald Seas]

What a lovely thought weaved together with one voice singing clearly the creative tune of you both. Music soothes the soul, poetry speaks through it and to it! This poem shines. Bravo, my friends! :)

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Sirrah, I know that Jack will muchly appreciate emerald eyes stopping in ;-)

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I agree with your words. Would be a empty world without music.
"A pen of empty ink a' pour
trumpets blare without a sound
pages crumbled, tossed the floor
cello strings upon the ground"
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Coyote, that's Jack's, I love it too...

[Mark]

I believe you rode that horse as far as it will go. Colorful imagery. :)

[Frieda P]

Haha I wrote something then deleted it, thanks Mark! ;-)

[Angel]

Music, or so I believe, is as old as mankind itself. I'd almost be willing to say that Eve, herself, sang lullabyes to her children...how could it be otherwise? Before there were spoken words, there was music...nature herself makes music, if only we would stop and listen...
Beautifully done, guys.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Angel, jazzed you enjoyed our collaboration...

[Lydia Shutter]

Great quote from Nietzsche in the center of your words. One of my favorites actually. Indeed, the world would be dark without the magic of poetry. The words that paint, dance, and sing us through the dark days. The imagery you employ in this poem is stunning, Frieda. A pleasure to read your words. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

One of mine too Lydi, thanks, Jack gets credit for some that imagery too....so glad you enjoyed this one.