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

captcha~grayness



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.

[Pryde Foltz]

Contented in my delusions of summer
that sweet tea of days gone past

This was a soulful and dark write. The hours of the cold and the dark we must wait our with memories of the past to keep us warm. Beautiful and expressive.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Pryde.

[Rita L. Sev]

Spring always follows winter, and sunshine after the rain... Like a field of new-fallen snow, this piece is stark, but beautiful, Frieda.

That captcha is really spooky.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rita, I know, sometimes I think they're rigged, they really fit the bill...weird.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez..i am reading so much poetry about winter, depression, cynicism ..today on WC...it's making me feel good about my life...

you played with the idea of seasons delightfully in this.

[Frieda P]

We can't all write about love jacob ;-) Thanks......

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've come to expect the awe in which you leave me in. It is consistent and very much admired!

Wonderful poetry, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks so much Kelly!

[Stevo The POE-t]

Thanks for sharing... I really enjoyed reading this piece...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Stevo, nice to see you on my page.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Winter can make anyone feel they are sleep walking and not quite alive, Frieda, even someone as lively as you appear to be. But you can find sunshine in your friends here on WC and in your joyful poetry! Just think positive and write about happy things and you'll be smiling once again. Have a wonderful afternoon and evening!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Joyce, luckily this was an older piece revisited, tough days, but smiling now, thanks :-)

[Dye]

Apparently captcha reads poetry better than I do....how did it know that. LOL

I did get this one though and the only thing I thought was "sigh".........

I hate this dreary feeling.

[Frieda P]

Me too Dye, luckily this is an old one, and I have no clue but sometimes those damn things are spot on....

[Coyote Poetry]

"will the sun ever surrender,
to once again shine so fervently"
A amazing poem my Poet friends. We yearn for things when they are gone. Thank you sharing the poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Coyote.

[redflutterby]

The wheel in the sky keeps turning...seasons flow one into the other but we stay locked in the winter of our despair. Hard to see the cyclic changes of this world when our psyche has been permanently altered by trauma. Your words are such a vividly terrible description of that cold place survivors live in. But I believe there is a warmer place you find eventually....when it is the right time for you. xo

[Frieda P]

'The winter of our despair' I like that Red, trick is not to stay stuck too long....xo

[Jack...]

Seasons, not only do they change in the vision of our landscape but also within the confines of our heart...this winter may seem harsh and long, stretching the boundaries of our once dreams turned nightmares, but the heart is resilient my sweet friend. The snows will eventually melt and warm embracing sunshine will once more find your heart. Stand at the window and look, watch the grey change to bright yellows and greens, feel the warmth of the day touch you as a smile slowly creeps upon your face. This warmth is found right here, in this review, below in others, hold these blanketed words close and know that love does flow for you.

Very nicely done again Frieda as once more I stand in awe at this window of your poetry.

[Frieda P]

Was a very dark time when I wrote this one, thanks my dear friend....