~Exhale Poetry

Butterfly haunts me
flutters by in the dark of night
when the smoke cleared
all that was left was a still photograph
no breath to be had, no words to be spoken
perched upon my mind where no one can see
all the secrets that taunt me

Left behind in your spirit 
like an erratic zephyr they twist my head
nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere
I oft wonder have you found that freedom
as you floated from this earth
markings on the sky of colorless clues  
the painted scenery still not clear
all that's left to do is exhale poetry

Author's Note

Reviews

[annie lee]

Sometimes the words we string together are the only respite we have. They are our armor or if the barrage is less intense, our umbrella. I feel the sorrow here and the despairing frustration that such a loss must engender. Exhaling poetry would necessarily be the only comfort.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your gracious thoughts here annie lee....

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

That was beautiful, Frieda. "all that's left to do is exhale poetry" I'm sure all of us here more than relate to that line.

[Frieda P]

This one is really personal, glad you liked it Travis.

[Stevo The POE-t]

Really great job here... I really enjoyed reading it... Thanks for sharing...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Stevo, jazzed you enjoyed...

[S C]

Reading this with the music in the background really set the tone for this piece. I quite enjoyed this.
Expression above oppression.
Thank you :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Sera, thrilled you enjoyed this one. :-)

[Tate Morgan]

very nice i like this I really love the music jack composed

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Tate, he did a great job with this one....jazzed you enjoyed.

[Frieda P]

My wonderfully talented friend Jack, whom we all know and love, was kind enough to sit down and compose this piano piece for my musings here, please enjoy!

Bravo, my sweet friend, you have outdone yourself! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are truly amazing. ♥

[Infinite hexes]

Your title was very inviting. And your poem did not let me down, but it raised enchantment to the magical level. You know the fine art of words. You poem left me breathless.

[Frieda P]

Such a gracious review, thanks so much Heaven, hope you enjoy the music too....

[Blue Ivory]

This is so haunting and beautiful! I love what you did here. Starting from the title and the picture, to your words and the font...great work here, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much my sweet friend, you must listen to the music Jack composed for this piece, I know you'll love it....

[Blue Ivory]

I heard it this morning, but was in a hurry so I could not reply then. I had no idea he composed, and I didn't know he was that good! It's beautiful...I have it saved :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks, he also composed the piece for Butterfly in Heaven, don't recall if read that one, it's amazing, he's very talented, thanks again my friend! :-)

[Tai Ryens]

Butterflies sifting through the air amidst the ruins of an apocalypse, an impending sign of hope or doom, who's to know? It seems you've taken an indifferent stance to the creature, not caring anymore whether it has cheated death by shading away from the storm, or whether it has brought along the storm entirely (the butterfly effect: even if you didn't intend it, it was quite clever), or whether it simply survived along with you the darkness of the end.

[Frieda P]

You read indifference in this piece Tai, interesting, always love to hear your thoughts, thanks so much.

[Renée]

Sometimes all you can do is breath till the moment passes..

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Renee.