Dormant

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

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Astro]

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.

[Frieda P]

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

[Astro]

Too well ma belle.

[Cassie]

That pic goes so well with the poem, good one as usual

[Frieda P]

Thanks Cassie...

[Baby Ricochet]

We all get stuck sometimes

[Frieda P]

Thanks Baby.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

How can you capture such a heartfelt emotion? How can you bring words to the hell that you're in? Awww, so sorry, Frieda. I'm just frustrated because I can't write as excellent as you do. Haha. :x

[Frieda P]

Surely you jest, I've read your stuff Blue! Thanks for the kind words....this was a very dark time.

[Mark]

I would wish a blazing sun to melt the despair and bring you warmth. A heart breaking write dear one.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Mark, such a sincere response, muchly appreciated my friend.

[kublakhan27]

I had a feeling this was an old one just by the separation of the stanzas...it's not a formula you refer to very often anymore haha But it's still the same old Mrs.R, there's no doubt about that, at least in my mind...but my goodness, I knew we were kind of different on how we responded to each season, but I didn't know it was this different haha It's like the polar opposite of how I feel, not that you wouldn't have known that already ;P But another amazing piece of writing from you...I may have to follow your example soon and raid the vaults if I can't get my head in gear ;P Great work my dear :)

[Frieda P]

Ha night and day, that's what makes the world go round Benji, funny you should notice it's an older one, I don't usually revisit those I wrote on the survivor site here...thanks for your always insightful review my friend. :-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha I'm the same, that's why I spend so much time on each piece...I do it in the hopes that I won't have to go back to it again...always a pleasure Mrs.R :)

[Frieda P]

I didn't know I had a 'formula' first off, you made me take note, ha..... ;-) About time you're up and about Benji ;-P

[Glen Yumang Manese]

the first stanza to the last paints a picture for me as I read the entire piece of this work...again the music adds a bit of a feel as your absorb this within the the senses...thanks for the invite...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Glen, muchly appreciated.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...busy with work...may be this weekend I can read a bit more writings...RR's are through the roof...

[Lydia Shutter]

So very emotive. Winter will follow Fall and the memories will still be with you.....but in some ways, that is a good thing. Some of those memories can warm cold thoughts. Hope may be fleeting, but it exists and it's important to hold on to it! Beautifully written, Frieda! Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind thoughts Lydi.

[MsJewel]

This season holds no wonderment... I feel the same way about fall...(these California palm trees never change color), waiting for winter - a deep freeze for the soul to bear. Yes, some of us are summer girls holding onto the sweet tea of days gone past. Hopefully enough to keep warm. Dark and beautiful, your talent is endless.
:) Julie

[Frieda P]

You're too kind Julie, thanks so much. :-)

[wordwarrior]

Soft, dark and totally beautiful Frieda. Love that last quatrain and the couplet. Adds that wee bit of hope for the soul to cling to.
Loved the metaphor of winter for the cold inside the spirit.
Wonderfully penned.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille wordwarrior, glad you enjoyed...

[shallimarRose]

"Contented in my delusions of summer
that sweet tea of days gone past
I hold onto a dormant fleeting hope"
Phew.. Darkly beautiful. Hug...

[Frieda P]

Thanks shallimar, it was a dark time.