~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.

[Ai Lun]

Amazing poem Freida! Wuthering heights was one of the books that I had to read at school, but it grew on me. Your flawless reference to it while maintaining such a lovely poetic rhythm is very commendable. Well penned :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks for you visit and review Aaron, glad you enjoyed.

[Vidya Bacchus]

I love Wuthering Heights .A love story to touch you deep within just like your poetry my dear :)

[Frieda P]

Awh thanks Vidya, my favorite too, jazz'd you enjoyed. :-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Lyn Anderson]

This is awesome. Umm, not sure about hue'd, (hued) but Heathcliff'd is a stellar reference.:)

[Frieda P]

I always did wanna get Heathcliff'd ;-)

[Lyn Anderson]

sounds very sexy indeed.

[Uneek]

Ahhh, very nice...this describes my relationship with writing to a "T"!!! Loved it.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Uneek, glad you enjoyed.

[s y e]

Waaaaaw, look who's on a writing marathon lately. You're just pumping them out like there's no tomorrow and you know I'm your number one fan and always love to read my mama's poems. You speak such truth and always write with sophistication.

Another fave! Flip flops & all that jazz! xo

[Frieda P]

Woo, your reviews just blew my socks off hon, thanks muchly noodlebumble! xo

[MAC]

what a very well crafted poem filled with uniquely original lines. truly stunning Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Mark, glad you enjoyed.

[Sami Khalil]

I'm loving this write. One of your best I think. Beautifully said and conveyed. Grazie mille for sharing with us...:)..............

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Sami, you just put a huge smile on my face. :-)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)...................

[Scott Metro]

This is very nice Frieda. I would say one of your best.
Clear, concise and a breeze to read.
Excellent.
Scott

[Frieda P]

Wow high praise from wolfie, thanks so much Scott.

[Scott Metro]

my pleasure....

[Jack...]

Now this is something I can definitely relate to. It is almost dream-like that I find this poem here today. We write for our own reasons, whether it is to be heard or like your beautiful and enchanting poem states, hoping that our true love may glance in that direction. You have painted a landscape of desire, of want and of missing that special someone in your life. Penned verses, stanzas, phrases and lines carry with them our hearts and our souls, we pour our emotions onto a page in different inks longing for our thoughts to be heard and understood.

Frieda, you enchant me, you take me places I never thought I'd visit and you do so in such a beautiful and magical way. Amazing again my sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

Ahh you truly take my breath away with your reviews Jack, it's always poetry, thanks so much my friend.