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.

[writing mojo]

this gave me chills, the cold bone flow was perfect and there are too many icy images to hold onto to just one frozen on the tongue. You have a way with writing a poem in any form, it's your choice; the subject matter could be the same, but it's your delivery that captures the writer in your web, that's the gut check you give that I welcome with open arms in threads ...amazing delivery Frieda

[Frieda P]

Wow mojo, you humble me with your words, thanks so much....

[Tom]

Warm, delightful thoughts numbed out whilst in this persistent cryonic state, though hope springs eternal as those little reflective memories of past balmy days, still smoulder deep within and shall eventually rekindle sweet pleasantries once more !

Powerfully dark and emotive, though I see light at the end of this tunnel !

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Tom!

[MikeV]

Thank you so much for sharing this!
I loved it! :)
its going into my heart forever, away from
the cold ;)

[Frieda P]

Awh Mike, too sweet, thanks :-)

[SyberRose]

This poem captured the video perfectly...and vice versa....a stunning write as always Frieda.
thank you for posting here...Rose

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rose....

[Angel]

Ahh, Luv...you have perfectly captured the gray, cold winter of the soul...where one's insides have shriveled past recognition...and the very soul lies dormant. No amount of sunshine can penetrate the darkness, or warm the frozen heart...
A very sad state, indeed.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Angel, it was a dark time.......

[Angel]

I understand, Hun. Too well.

[OTownPete]

The grayness of the skies colored your words here Frieda, no doubt. Your friend in words, Pete

[Frieda P]

Thanks Pete.

[icelandicblue]

There are those times, whether in real time or memory, where the sun hides and the chill sits in our bones freezing us in place. The catch 22 is that when you are dormant you have no opportunity to seek the warmth of something more and the work that it takes is beyond our ability. Your poem captures the crippling effects of trauma.

[Frieda P]

Exactly Anne, thanks so much...

[Dhaye]

Like you, our season here makes me dormant in almost everything. It's rainy here and each day is so boring for we have limited activities even in school.
How I missed the times last summer vacation. It was the most memorable summer of my life because during that time, I was so active in writing and I have so much time for ARTS.

Don't worry, Frieda. The sun won't surrender shining...
I have a good read with this piece. I enjoyed your word choice. Keep writing!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much dhaye, luckily this is an older piece, glad you enjoyed!