dis connected

dis connected

A Poem by Frieda P

dis connected,
obliterated into tiny pulverized pieces
you took flight without an omen
pierced my soul never to be the same
songs upon a prayer's wing'd escape  
once there were two with a single connection
secrets of the heart tuned for perpetuity
nothing lasts forever except memories 

© 2013 Frieda P


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indeed, nothing lasts forever. a concise piece yet it clearly conveyed sadness on the realities of parting.

Posted 10 Years Ago


True, sigh...this is beautiful hon and I relate, all I can offer is a hug and say you are not alone x

Posted 10 Years Ago


open ended and open to interpretation . very strong work !

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love the way you have "Dis connected" the connection, here. You write beautifully.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Memories and photographs, yes. "Dis connected" indeed. Clever, I like the separation there.

Posted 10 Years Ago


right this world. add a coma. Right, this world.
give breath to thought. give to thought. give to breathe.
oh, to hold the moment, soo slight,the bay rum lingers even
to the nose of a memory.Cool my chin to the nape, to the neck, cool
Pressed
Pressed together, one.
not theirs,
Now only hours,
And ours
Arms to hold ribs,squeezed back,
yes a memory,tied to a thought.

Posted 10 Years Ago


killer of a finish your majesty, that final line is simplicity itself.....good to see you back.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda! Is it really you!? I'm pleased as punch to see you back. This poem is sad. I'm sorry you had a bad time

Posted 10 Years Ago


In Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy, the City of Dis (in Italian, la città ch'ha nome Dite, "the city whose name is Dis")[1] encompasses the sixth through the ninth circles of Hell.[2] The most serious sins are punished here, in lower Hell. Dis is extremely hot, and contains areas more closely resembling the common modern conception of Hell than the upper levels.

Posted 10 Years Ago


nothing lasts forever except memories
I love the last line great one

Posted 10 Years Ago



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