~Endless Scribbles

She scribbles endlessly, ferociously

waiting for her true love to glance

  the aching in her wanton heart 

pen'd in crimson's darkly hued soul

   inky passages of the past

when the sun still shine'd a'glow

   and all was write with the world

As the wind rushes over the moors

  she thinks of her Heathcliff'd dreams

reverie of timely love season'd skies

   when spring sprung eternally

old man winter was only a notion

  frozen in another's memories

  til stormy nights overcame the fantasy

Still, she revisits her place in the sun

  bleeding out on paper without conscience

a wavering inner voice triumphs demurely

   as emotions spill over the tethered wastelands

once a land of wide open lush filled pleasures

  this place now only a reminder of tormented defeat

yet, her resolve for passion's affection remains   

Author's Note

Artwork ~ Lauri Blank

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we can write all the poems in the world and that one person who we really want to notice our writings will not...

it seems all in vain...but in your case...if he notices or not...some really wonderful poetry comes of it.

like the pic...juliette binoche is one of my favorite actresses..

this poem is so moving...how did i miss it the first time around?

[Frieda P]

Thanks jacob, glad you enjoyed. Wuthering Heights has always been my favorite of mine.

[Giggling Star]

A classic Frieda ... but I expect no less :)

[Frieda P]

Awh you're a gem stargazer, grazie mille :-)

[Giggling Star]

Good morning to you Frieda ... hope you have a lovely day!

[Frieda P]

Morning, it's coffee and I need some Tuesday but I'm alright, you? ;-) Have a sweet one stargazer!

[Giggling Star]

Thank you, I plan to! Coffee's ready - don't snort it out your nose now!

[Frieda P]

Not to worry, I have an IV ;-)

[Giggling Star]

You are such a joy first thing in the morning! I just love you!!!

[Frieda P]

Ha do I detect a tad of sarcasm in dem words girl? hah

[Giggling Star]

Not a bit of it ... I'm sitting here smiling ;>P

[Frieda P]

You'll go down in history as the first person EVER to call me a 'joy' in the ayem ;-)

[Giggling Star]

I'm sure as the ages pass, I will be remembered fondly (now that's sarcasm!)

[Frieda P]

Ha they need a 'sarcasm' button here, um I could hardly tell hahah

[Pryde Foltz]

As the wind rushes over the moors
she thinks of her Heathcliff'd dreams
reverie of timely love season'd skies
when spring sprung eternally
old man winter was only a notion
frozen in another's memories
til stormy nights overcame the fantasy

Alas, the love of Catherine and Heathcliff could not meet the demands of adult responsibility … a love childhood and death, now that is tragic. Wonderful write, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Pryde.

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is very beautiful. Greatly done, yet again! :]

[Frieda P]

Thanks Brittany :-)

[Lydia Shutter]

We all strive to relive that passion...that urgent desire of youth. Can it be recreated? Not sure of that. "when all was write with the world" yes, I have used that line myself in the past.....when the words just wrote themselves so easily because life was easy and love was abundant....those were the days. Filled with longing and hope.....so lovely. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

We sure do Lydikey, youth is certainly wasted on the young! Thanks so much my sweet friend.

[Diana]

Wow. Just wow.

"when the sun still shine'd a'glow
and all was write with the world"- beautiful way to capture the warmth of things going "write." I see what you did there. :)

And...I love the Wuthering Heights references.

[Frieda P]

See Diana, now how could you possibly be a rat when you enjoy Wuthering Heights? ;-) Thanks so much, I'm really thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[Anand Sehgal]

A pain is waiting for an outburst. An emotive write :)
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[Anand Sehgal]

Still, she revisits her place in the sun
bleeding out on paper without conscience-

Lovely

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Anand, glad you enjoyed. :-)

[Leigh]

This reminds me of Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights, which I love, magnificently communicated

[Frieda P]

You mean Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights', my favorite read of all times, who's Kate Bush? Thanks Leigh.

[Leigh]

No I meant the song by Kate Bush called Wuthering Heights, I haven't read the book....yet

[Frieda P]

I haven't heard the song, that makes us even, definitely read the book, it's an amazing classic.

[Leigh]

A book beats a song any day, you win, but give it a listen if you get a chance it is a tribute to the Book and is quite haunting

[Frieda P]

I did actually, it's more like a spoof, she has a really strange voice, reminds me of Olive Oil, ha, nothing like the music that is reminiscent of Wuthering Heights, going by the movie that is. She's quirkily entertaining though ;-)

[R. L. Hill]

Very beautiful, dear. I like this one a lot. ^^ Bravo

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Quirklet.

[Mark]

Gives me an image of gray cold days in the English countryside.

[Frieda P]

That's good I guess...

[Mark]

I think so. I'd live in London if it weren't so far away from my family.

[Frieda P]

You must like damp rainy weather....no wonder you're always so cranky ;-P

[Mark]

Me??? I'm not the one who is cranky miss sassypants.

[Frieda P]

Just checking if you were awake......

[redflutterby]

I know Wuthering Heights is a favorite of yours... you mix it well into this piece along with your own meanings. The wording is perfect....instilling the feelings of loss and bittersweet memory. Beautiful and haunting...

[Frieda P]

Left an impression on me when I was very young, and it's still speaks to me, thanks so much Red...