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...
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
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10 Years Ago
You've touched me with your kind words Astro, thanks so much....it's a process, you know?
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..
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
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10 Years Ago
You've touched me with your kind words Astro, thanks so much....it's a process, you know?
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
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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
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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
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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 moreAn older piece, a dark time, luckily it doesn't hold true any longer, well most days shall we say, thanks Travis.
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..