~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 :-)

[kublakhan27]

Nature running poppy wild...I love that :) The layout is a bit of a departure but this is Frieda all the way, right down to the song choice. Your poetry is always a breath of fresh air on a stuffy day. Lovely...xo

[Frieda P]

Ha I kind of liked that line myself. I just like to keep you guessing Benji :-) Grazie mille xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha You do that well Mrs.R ;) xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha You do that well Mrs.R ;) xo

[Frieda P]

My evil twin ;-) xo

[redflutterby]

Ha....theres that evil twin again... ;-pp

[Frieda P]

Oh the Red peanut gallery is in town ;-)

[redflutterby]

Ha...I stopped by to pinch Steve... ;-pp

[Frieda P]

Oh brother, watch out for her Benji, she's big trouble! ;-)

[redflutterby]

Ha... so if youre Mrs. Robinson then I think I'm Stifflers mom!! Have you ever seen American Pie Steve??Lmao...... ;-D

[Frieda P]

I think you scared the bejaysus out of him Red hahah

[redflutterby]

Haha haha....well Stifflers mom has that affect on everyone.... ;-D

[Frieda P]

As do you hon hahah

[redflutterby]

Gosh...I dont know why....I'm just a sweet little redhead with big brown eyes. As innocent as a little lamb. Ouch....the devil just pitchforked me on the butt!! Lmao...

[kublakhan27]

LOL Good evening Red, I was wondering what made me jump in the air all of a sudden ;P Yes I know who Stiffler's mom is, but I don't want to get in trouble with Mrs.R so I'll stop there...well maybe I do wanna get in troub---oh you two are confuzzling me ;D

[redflutterby]

Haha haha....;-D

[kublakhan27]

No word from Mrs.R yet...maybe I really am in trouble ;D

[redflutterby]

Hahaha....I sent her to her room!!! ;-D

[kublakhan27]

XD Hahaha I may get locked in mine soon ;P

[redflutterby]

Lol.....just blame it on me Steve....I'm a bad influence!! ;-D

[kublakhan27]

LOL She just might agree with that ;D

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a very good description of how poetry flows from that emotional place, like breathing, it is a reflex.

[Frieda P]

Only another poet would understand that, thanks so much KL.

[Mark]

We close our eyes to dream; wishing sometimes the dream could be seen through open eyes. A pale reflection is the work we do with words.

[Frieda P]

That would be nice..........

[redzone]

could I suggest it's both (rhyme and reason)... Frieda, love and poetry is often unfathomable, but if we learn from each, perhaps we will do it right.. couldn't hear the music as yet, damn!!! loved: "hearts devour'd and core exposed".. Frieda I think the poetry returns to you wanting and needing your rhythmic touch and the sway of your dance.. it is a wonderful poem Frieda... ~~redzone

[Frieda P]

Awh you missed the best part curt, my buddy Cohen, I'm Your Man....swoon. I think you're right, it's both, thanks so much for your sweet words my man. ;-)

[redzone]

On my way to cafe with computer in tow and will listen, smile and think, Frieda, "my woman ".. ;0)

[redzone]

beasts are still alive.. but I'm your man... understand why you said I missed the best part Frieda... keeping promises though is most important!!! all the things mentioned are but promises aren't they?? "rhyme and reason!!" But I think if you wrote the poem then chose the music that the best part is/was, you..

[Poetic Beauty]

For those of us who write we know this cyclone of continual wordage. This is done with creativity and beauty.

[Frieda P]

'Cyclone of continual wordage', that's a poem right there, thanks so much PB.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. Sometimes my mind gets stuck in writing mode lol I am glad you liked that line. May have to use it somewhere later in my writing.

[Frieda P]

Ha I think it's just a sign of a creative poet....

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you. I liked the style of this poem as well.

[Frieda P]

Thanks again, will be over to visit you soon. :-)

[s y e]

// wafting through rambling quills
hearts devour'd & core exposed
unstrung melodies of spirit's zest,
flutters of gossamer wings on zephyr's glide //

//sighs// this is simply breath taking Frieda - Your imagery was so vivid and beautiful. You're a remarkable poetess, my lovely, and this was no different.

Flip flops, sighs & all that jazz xo

[Frieda P]

Ahh flip flops always makes my day, thanks so much noodlebumble! xoxo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is a certain seduction involved in poetry...the muse comes to us, tempts us, we then breathe in her ideas, and exhale the words onto the page...

and then we want more.

[Frieda P]

Never enough jacob, thanks for your kind words.

[Katherine R.]

Love it! Very interesting look on poetry. I don't know how you do it, sometimes.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Katherine, muchly appreciated my friend.

[Katherine R.]

Hey, I made a contest that starts today- a voting one. Would you like to enter?

[Frieda P]

I'd love to but my dropdown menu isn't working...have no clue why, but I've heard others here have had the same problem.....

[Katherine R.]

I see. That's weird. Oh well, I guess. Maybe it's a bug. Who am I kidding, it's a bug for sure! Maybe it'll fix itself later. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Breath it deep and fast and let it go in ecstasy, well done, good read!

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille love!

[Jack...]

Well if being away means I find something like this waiting when I return...I may leave more often.

Frieda, absolutely gorgeous are you words today. Your ink does bleed onto the page and seeps so wonderfully to the very core of me. You my sweet friend do indeed exhale poetry and may you always breathe in my direction. As if a silk ribbon has been draped upon my skin, your words flow upon me like my dreams are a reality.

"Unstrung melodies of spirit's zest" No sweeter music could find my ears than the harmonies that sing from your poetry.

Also, I love the photo at top...seems I've seen that before...perhaps in those same dreams. :)

[Frieda P]

Ahh I've been missing your luverly reviews dear friend....you brought a huge smile to my heart and made my day...and whatever do you mean sir? ;-)