~and then once again, Exhale Poetry

My ink bleeds onto the page

        wandering from the mind's vortex 

  spiral twisters, compulsions 

                      and desires  

  wafting through rambling quills

     hearts devour'd & core exposed

        unstrung melodies of spirit's zest,

         flutters of gossamer wings on zephyr'

s glide

            touching moments unravel'd,

                  nature running poppy wild

               ...and then once again, 

  ~EXHALE POETRY~

start

    the 

          process

                over

                      again

  from the top one more time

    gliding on a dance floor

           of rhythmic seduction

             is it rhyme or reason

                 that keeps me coming back to you

Author's Note

Reviews

[>.]

Hi, I wonder how a conversation with you would go down for I believe you speak poetry throughout. I'm reading your work and I just see this poetess who sleeps, eats and breathes poetry. I'm amazed and in awe of your ability and your work. "flutters of gossamer wings on zephyr's glide
touching moments unravel'd," The silky sway to the rhythm. I can see the class of lady and the passion she embeds in her way of life. Wow, I need to Exhale, taking this all in, such a monumental amount of passion, I loved it.

[Frieda P]

Sweet thing to say but hardly, if I spoke this way every day I'm sure they'd lock me away for sure. Thanks so much :-)

[Lily Mae]

You exhale beautifully.... we just can't stop breathing can we ? :) xoxo

[Frieda P]

I should hope not Lily Mae, this is therapy for moi ;-) xoxo

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You are captivating my heart, my Poetic sister !!!

How this bleeds your ink through and through!...
What you have expressed is layered with possibilities...

Beautiful, lyrical possibilities!!!!

Love this, Friedalicious!~xoxo~

[Frieda P]

Woo, doing the happy dance sweet Robbie...love that word 'captivating'...thanks so much my dear friend!! xoxox

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Always a pleasure, Gypsy Butterfly!~xoxo~:D

[Avinash]

We are all here to burn burn and turn into smoke and spread across ....no matter whether its body, soul or your beautiful words. Loved it .

[Frieda P]

I love what you said here Avinash, so true, thanks so much. :-)

[Odysseus Wanders]

Niiiiiiccccccccceeee! An inseparable union.... one more faithful, than even a dog and master....
And again...! We travel.
It is like breath, in those moments- essential!
Thanks for this Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thank you for your kind words Terry!

[ron]

Exhaling poetry sometimes has no rhyme or reason, but it always glides along the dance floor of our thoughts and waltzes across our hearts, passion leading with every step.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille ron....

[ron]

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[Sami Khalil]

You exhale poetry and we inhale its beauty and wonder. No telling what surprises may come from the mind vortexes. Anyway we call it art. Written or spoken form...Great...:)..........

[Frieda P]

Awh you're too sweet Sami, thanks muchly, what's up with the apricot tank top my friend, where's those gorgeous eyes of yours? ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

For a reason...lol
You are welcome muchly...:)....................

[Frieda P]

Some silly chick no doubt haha ;-P

[Sami Khalil]

;)............................

[Frieda P]

HA I knew it! ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

Smart woman...:)..........................

[Frieda P]

Not always, but perceptive. ;-) haha

[Sami Khalil]

:)................................

[Raymond Federle]

I was just remarking in another review how one of the hardest things a poet can do is to describe what we do and what we are..... you got it dead on! Excellent! :)

[Frieda P]

Woo, thanks so much Raymond, muchly appreciated :-)

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Frieda, This is beautiful. From the first lines. "My ink bleeds unto the page
wandering from the mind's vortex", I pictured the brain bleeding these words, flowing through your arm, through your fingers and out through your pen. Reading further, I realized the bleeding comes from the soul. That is how your art pours out of you.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Damien, good to see you again, jazz'd you enjoy'd, I need to visit you soon my friend.

[Scott Metro]

You always weave a splendid cloth.
Your Muse has sought to being your pen a flowing of art.
And again..once finished..it starts all over again.
Very nice.
Scott

[Frieda P]

That's Scott always appreciate your kind words....

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scott.......

[Brittany Zedalis]

I'm at a loss for words. This is so beautiful.

[Frieda P]

I'll take that as a huge compliment Brittany, whenever I'm render'd speechless by a piece, to me, that's the utmost accolade a poet could wish for, you've humbled me...thanks so much my friend!

[Brittany Zedalis]

You're very welcome :)