Time dripped into the bottom of the hourglass at the same speed in which the rain poured, the tears fell, and the heart bled and dribbled down, only to have your lover realize far too late and try to fix things that can be repaired no longer. I quite enjoyed this one; it's a clever take on the hourglass concept presented uniquely with a metaphor twisted in delicately . . .
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Grazie mille Tai, exactly, always jazz'd to read your reviews..
When someone is so close to you that your tears slide down his/her cheeks and his/her heartache becomes yours, it would be nice if no expiration date existed. Unfortunately, “stuff” happens and at “at quarter past indignity and half past sinful indulgences” things we did not expect often occur. Indeed, an untimely death of a romance.....one no one could have predicted. The metaphor throughout is perfect. The emotions are intense and honest. Wonderful work, Frieda...but that is no surprise. Lydi**
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
You're too kind Lydikey, thanks so much my friend.
No peace for the heart when open doors are closed forever. I could feel the sadness in the poem. I like the use of the violin. It is a solemn instrument. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Very nice. The music kinda threw me a little. That polka new age beat was alright but unexpected. lol Happens to me to.. sometimes I find some music that I like to go with a poem and then it throws everyone else.
Polka new age beat, never heard of that hahah, thanks Raymond... ;-)
11 Years Ago
I don't know what to call that song... but that's what it sounded like to me! sounds like the guy fr.. read moreI don't know what to call that song... but that's what it sounded like to me! sounds like the guy from the band 'Dire Straights' a little bit.
11 Years Ago
You don't know Leonard Cohen? He's a poetic genius....
trapped to a behindhand'd watch
that read a confession of surrender
at quarter past indignity and
half past sinful indulgences
ehh Frieda, how does your brain process such words think of something and bring out the picture well? how do you do it? This is an extremely beautiful piece, your brain, your pen are always at work....keep them coming
Indeed a very beautiful poem which deals with the intricacies of love and inevitability of its end.
Truth is we love the moments we spend while being in love and like all good things in life it too comes with an expiry date. But we can always cherish the moment.
I like to repeat these lines of Winnie the Pooh " Don't be sad that it got over, be happy that it happened"
Perfection!
The whole piece is excellent as well as the choice of the music video. I must say...the video is perfect for the poem (I watched it until the end) especially the title and the repetition of the line "dance me to the end of love".
"...a confession of surrender
at quarter past indignity and
half past sinful indulgences"
Every story has end...so as a love song. A story of forbidden love is always bittersweet, Frieda.
Superb!
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..