After submergence...

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Survivors astray in the ocean, you having pulled close to rescue the loner now learned the tragedy of your mistake: that despite the calm demeanor, a person is still capable of ripping apart a titanium boat to shreds. What entices me is that you wished to be split open, as you knew your vessel contained precious cargo... Yet the initial damage inflicted by tearing apart the vessel rendered it incapable of floatation, which resulted in the treasure sinking and you realizing the person was not human, but a creature that thrived off the mercy of venturers such as you. But, the creature made the decision to linger among the debris.. and you, as the victim in need of help, only look upon the one responsible with indifference, hence the deep breath. Perhaps you expected it because you ventured so cluelessly into dangerous waters.. or perhaps you expected retribution for past sins. How compelling.. How enticing.. How poignant.. I quite enjoyed this, and the complex tale told in between the lines of the poem.

[Frieda P]

I quite enjoyed reading your review Tai...always a pleasure to have you on my page.

[Pete Langley]

How you can repeatedly explore your emotions - and their wounds - so eloquently and honestly astounds and amazes me. This guy sounds stabile....maybe worth taking another breathe, sweet? P.

[Frieda P]

Awh sweet P, you humble me, it's cheaper than therapy hon....x

[Justaguy]

A story told of deep emotions trapped inside a vault. But once the vault opens, look out!...lol. I like it

[Frieda P]

Ha how did you know about the vault? ;-)

[Justaguy]

OOps...was that a secret?...lol

[Frieda P]

Doh, you are such a guy lol

[Justaguy]

Well...its not like THAT is a secret!! Its in my name!...lol

[Lydia Shutter]

There's no doubt there flows "a passionate undertow" beneath your outer layer...and you show us that passion in poetry like this, Frieda. As the song goes, "the first cut is the deepest" and once that cut bleeds out, nothing can quite replace it. He still swims through your thoughts.....impossible to drown him...damn it! The metaphor is stunning, the words hold raw honesty. Beautifully written, Frieda. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

You're too kind Lydi, thanks so much.

[Jack...]

A chilly, stormy morning in Texas and yet I still wake to the beauty that is your poetry. Often we fight the suface, attempting to just keep our head above water, that daily struggle with our emotions that seems never ending until we realize that letting go, opening our hearts and drowning in another is all it takes to truly live. Very nicely penned my sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

You always humble me with your kind words my dear friend, thanks so much Jack.

[Sami Khalil]

I felt the power of submersion in your words , the ebb and flow of the emotional waves and above all the calming after the storms...A unique write...:)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sami, this was written under the influence of Tamiflu wasn't sure it made sense ha....jazzed you enjoyed. :-)

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome...:)