Autumn's Tears~

...'where Butterflies never die'

Deep in the soul, 

  where butterflies harbor grief

straight from the heart hence poppies cry

   lies the spirit of all those loved.    lost

broken wings of decayed flowers

   ashes to dust within the mind's spirit

Tears flow through the abysmal depths

    drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays

where the grass remained splendor

   and the uncaged birds still sang

reminiscing

 clear waters of recollection

    in the equinox of dark moons

stirs the discontent of seasons change

     after the ice of winter thaws

         there will always be warmth

In this whirling disarray of thoughts

   wind sweeps the dying leaves away

when autumn's tears are lifted

    from their murky depths, reborn    

to play amongst the new day's sigh

   we never forget the fluttering of loss

we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again

   deep from within a sacred place,

          where reverie's paradise rekindles

              and butterflies never die...

Author's Note

Photo of woman by Katarina Silva

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another beautiful expression of the memories we still clutch within about those who have passed through our lives be they dead or alive. This is gentle and the metaphor of autumn sets the scene but I love the feelings of hope injected, for example '
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth' and those memories will always live as 'butterfly thoughts'

[Frieda P]

Thanks John, glad you picked up on the hope.

[Revery]

This is a culmination! It's a culmination of all the passion and pain that courses within your soul and a honed skill to express it in potent poignant passionate words on the walls of poetry. Frieda this is not only stunningly beautiful but strong as well. Wow

"amongst the new day's sigh"

[Frieda P]

Wow Revery, thanks for this stunning review, like the three p's too! :-)

[Traci]

Sadness dances throughout your words as memories are ever so present in one's mind. Your words are not only read but deeply felt. The heart will always feel a real sense of loss, a void, but "where reverie's paradise rekindles
and butterflies never die..."

May you find comfort today in your words, and memories. Much love, my dear sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

Your words touch my heart Traci, thanks so much, always my dear friend.

[SyberRose]

Your words softly dance within the sweet fragrance of a butterfly garden as they perform
in their operatic gowns...This was stunning Frieda...Enjoyed...Rose:)

[Frieda P]

Oh I like that Rose, 'operatic gowns', thanks so much. :-)

[Lydia Shutter]

"we never forget the fluttering of loss" Indeed, it becomes a part of our every breath Powerful emotions in this one, Frieda. The turning of calendar pages brings back memories. So moving. The imagery you employ is exquisite...and of course those butterflies will grab me every time. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Yes, we go to the same place with flutterby thoughts, thanks so much for your gracioius & kind words Lydie...

[Jack...]

What you have done here my sweet friend is woven a magical tapestry of visions, of feelings, scents, emotions, affection and beauty. Still some sadness floats among these words, but the coming of Autumn, the tears of this gorgeous season will wash everything clean again and allow the butterflies to live forever...in your heart. Very special was this one this morning. It touched me softly and deeply. Amazing Frieda.

[Frieda P]

I'm glad you got where I was going with this one, thoughts make perfect sense in my head, then when I pen them, not so much sometimes, thanks my dear friend, for always understanding, even in those times I don't...