Wafting Wildflower Musings

You whispered so gently when you tucked violets behind my ear
as we writhe on a bed of windswept  poppy petals,      the earth moved
the sun shone on your face whilst the moon dipped in our sighs,

that was the last time I felt your warmth aside me
yet in the stirring chill of unfurled dark November mornings,
I can still smell the wafting scent of wildflowers in my hair

Reviews

[s y e]

This is so heart wrenching, stunning and just beautiful. There is so much emotion to it.

"as we writhe on a bed of windswept poppy petals, the earth moved
the sun shone on your face whilst the moon dipped in our sighs,"

-- wow Frieda, you write some amazing lines that just blow my mind.... This is what I call perfection.

[Frieda P]

Thanks noodlebumble, I'd dance to this review but ya know....muchly appreciated! x

[Chris]

Beautiful. It really does a great job of impacting one on the emotional level. I love it :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Chris, much appreciated. :-)

[Abdul Aziz]

I can see why this is among the top poems on the Cafe at the moment. Amazingly romantic and full of splendid imagery, this poem transports the reader to a place of longing, which is nevertheless potently filled by the scent of wildflowers. Brilliant write!

[Frieda P]

I'm humbled by your review Abdul, thanks so much for your gracious review!

[Emerald Seas]

Vivid imagery gives way to our own dreams as we read, and you've painted a beautiful picture of a reminiscing thought over a vibrant, lingering moment shared between lovers.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sirrah, muchly appreciated.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A plaintive poem, indeed. However, its sadness is negated by the beauty of your words.Some fine imagery here. Wonderful work.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Gleb, jazzed you enjoyed.

[Strider Marcus Jones]

The field of life, sometimes flowers and sometimes a wasteland, both have sad and eloquent beauty in this excellent poem. 100/100

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Strider, much appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very sad, but full of autumn, and the change of life...or the onset of november's death.

beautiful poem, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for you kind words jacob.

[SteveB]

Well done. I love the alliteration and the balance between the last warmth and the stiring chill. Well crafted indeed Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Steve, nice to see you again, much appreciate your visit.

[Horizon K.]

A lovely and melancholy piece Frieda, I feel as if I am lying in this field of flowers, only it is the wind, scent-born memories of a lost past, tucking flowers behind my ear...

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your gracious review, a poet couldn't ask for more Horizon.

[SyberRose]

You dressed the saddest in natures beautiful attire...a gorgeous painting to compliment your poem Frieda:)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rose, glad you enjoyed :-)

[Ayvid N]

This poem is full of sheer beauty. You make straight inroads into the reader's heart and mind with your words, the exquisite imagery & breathtaking artwork. Frieda, you are really at your best and more, here!

Thanks for sharing this treat!

[Frieda P]

You humble me Divya, thanks so much!