Shadowed Flight

I cry blood tears in your memory

smoke & mirrors couldn't cover up your pain

I live within the shadow of your spirit

with hopes of enlightened butterfly wings

that freedom was worth the flight

In these darkly hours I pray for light

a sign in vain that it was not all for naught

I press my head up against the windowpane

to catch a glimpse of a flutterby

and all I can feel is the agonizing reign,

took you from this unsightly existence

to plunge into the abyss of forever after

Author's Note

For my sister Lee ♥♥

Reviews

[Siren]

I can't very well just leave a blank review, so I suppose I'll simply have to find a way to express in words the speechlessness I feel. I don't want to add or take away from anything there. The lines come to a close, and I sit for a few moments, the noise around me suddenly much quieter. And then I read it again. And I am silent again. It's like a cycle of contemplation, this poem. Most of all, it is immensely heartfelt and soulful....

( ps---my heart did a fist-pump when i read the word flutterby. that's what they do, after all! )

[Frieda P]

What a truly lovely response Siren, muchly appreciated, and that fist-pump must have smarted! :-)

[Siren]

only in the most excited of ways (: reading your work is a pleasure.

[Angel]

What words of comfort can I offer you? There are none. I know what it is to lose someone you love...there is no pain like it in the world. People try to assure you that it will get better...but it never does. But, somehow, we must learn to live on, if only for those who love us.
Just know, my sweet friend, that my heart, and my prayers, are with you, for what that might be worth...

[Frieda P]

Yes I know Angel, you've had your share of loss, there are no words, thanks always for your kindess and friendship.

[OTownPete]

I know all too well these agonizing feelings of loss that you have captured so well in the write Frieda. Your friend in words, Pete

[Frieda P]

Sorry that you do Pete, thanks so much.

[Jack...]

I am sure. Lee is looking down and shedding the same tears as you my sweet friend. Your poem is so very sad and emotionally written I now am shedding those tears as well.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your support as always my dear friend, often times these are difficult to revisit, but kind words, as your make it all worthwhile...

[Mia]

Sometimes I read poems and there is nothing more to say except that I was here and I read it and I admire all it took for you to write and share this!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Mia, very kind of you to say...

[ANTO]

As someone who attempted this many years ago, I can understand to a degree - but thats all...
"Oh Lord. Please look down upon your servant Frieda and render her pain and anguish to hope and belief that Lee sits with you this day in your own gardens."

[Frieda P]

So glad you were not successful Anthony, my heart goes out to you, thanks.

[Lydia Shutter]

Monumentally emotional words. There is no way to figure out "why" in certain situtations in life. I'm sure your sister knew you loved her. Your sorrow is palpable in every line of this one, Frieda. The lines nearly cry out with pain and this reader feels it deeply. Butterflies...flutterbys.....such a strong symbol for you like they are for me. Beautifully written, Frieda. May memories comfort you. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Yes flutterbys will always do it, thanks fof your kind thoughts Lydia.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

and all I can feel is the angonizing reign,
took you from this unsightly existence
to plunge into the abyss of forever after

I liked the whole read...but that did this for me...I know this one is for your sister...and the beginning where you talk about smoke and mirrors cannot cover the pain...just gives much in lines of this verse....

[Frieda P]

Thanks Glen...

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...