Dormant

Dormant

A Poem by Frieda P

My mind stuck in a dormant tundra of winter 
no spring or summer to entice my bliss
Fall but a failing memory of past comforts,
forward movement a still icy reception 

Chilled core frozen invasion to the bone
my weary mind steadily refrains
from thoughts of sun or warmth
my heart is bound rock solid

I remain stuck in a time and place
fragmented kaleidoscope views
with little change of temperature
just tempered ice and glacial despair

This season holds no wonderment
no first snowfall of awe'd amazement
just a deep freeze of the soul to bear
dark dreary days with no warm cozy fires
endless nights with no burning embers 
I often reminisce of those balmy days
only the flickering of stagnant memory

Contented in my delusions of summer
that sweet tea of days gone past
I hold onto a dormant fleeting hope
still mastering persistency to ponder...


will the sun ever surrender,                              
          to once again shine so fervently

© 2013 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P
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This is an old one I wrote in March 2012, revised &revisited here from the Pandy's survivor site.

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I think this one is one of your best. Bravo Frieda, the topic may appear to be depressing but holds so much more within its lines to be so labelled. The humanity inherent in the common act of reliving the past as some ideal that we fear may never come again. So, true the bound hearts and unaffected temperatures of those times. Alas, only the absence of such feelings can teach us the true value of them. When the climate turns cold start with loving yourself, then break out of any routine and do something new, the possibility of temperature change is more likely and if it doesn't change...at least you experience something new and keep your mind on the present rather than always the past.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You've touched me with your kind words Astro, thanks so much....it's a process, you know?
Astro

10 Years Ago

Too well ma belle.



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I loved the truth in that Albert Camus quote at Pandora's web site, as it seemed so true of you Frieda... I sure hope the sun will surrender to you and shine again so fervently... it would be wonderful to read your smile and your laugh.. it's a wonderfully expressed poem Frieda, one I found among my read requests..

redzone

Posted 7 Years Ago


Fantastic imagery in this one, Frieda.
Lovely words. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


I think this one is one of your best. Bravo Frieda, the topic may appear to be depressing but holds so much more within its lines to be so labelled. The humanity inherent in the common act of reliving the past as some ideal that we fear may never come again. So, true the bound hearts and unaffected temperatures of those times. Alas, only the absence of such feelings can teach us the true value of them. When the climate turns cold start with loving yourself, then break out of any routine and do something new, the possibility of temperature change is more likely and if it doesn't change...at least you experience something new and keep your mind on the present rather than always the past.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You've touched me with your kind words Astro, thanks so much....it's a process, you know?
Astro

10 Years Ago

Too well ma belle.
Written at a time when you saw no goodness Frieda and yet - here you are filling hearts with joy on WC in September 2013. Survivor/Friend/POET

Kinship to you Frieda.
X

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

That was in my sincerest of voices otherwise it's ANTnee! ;-)
ANTO

11 Years Ago

Awk I know love. (HUGS) - I just can't help myself sometimes
X
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I know you're bobinz, no problem, that's my fav part ;-) x
that sweet tea of days gone past
yes'm. I don't even think about the "good days" anymore. That you wrote this is a good thing. Its when we stop....

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Hmm sad Tam, we can't stop ever, thanks so much my friend.
Oh my...this hit me hard this morning (well, afternoon now). The winter, I dread it because those dark nights creep quietly in and before you know it, it seems winter will last forever! Yes, I felt this and resonate with it, wondwerful piece xx

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Seems to be endless too, I know, thanks so much Poppy. xo
This is a dirge penned by one clasped to a bosom of ice, trapped in a coldness that cannot be escaped. Very thoughtful, tragic and seemingly without hope. A dark piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

It was very dark at that time I wrote this, thanks annie lee.
Frieda, my heart sat on my keyboard whilst reading this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

An older piece, a dark time, luckily it doesn't hold true any longer, well most days shall we say, t.. read more
Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)

11 Years Ago

I understand completely how you mean.
There is such a sense of surrender to this piece that despite being dismal it also has a quality of being at peace with one's self. Well done. ~Jim

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Jim, I like your take on this one....appreciate the visit & review.
my mind is stuck.....that's how i feel right now

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Not a good place to be....

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