Whispered transparency...‏

Whispered transparency...‏

A Poem by Frieda P

I drank you in whilst

                      you exhaled


            untamed desire's 

                      exquisite kiss


       whisper'd on the whirlwinds

                    echo's of destiny  


     nestled upon lofty 

                 feather'd sentiments


    impassion'd thoughts 

                floated on a whim


  glimpsed a prism

             in the eye of devotion


  skies transparent 

               on emotion's horizon


   illusions of a time

                       before fated cloudbursts



© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P


captcha ~ whimling

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"glimspsed a prism/in the eye of devotion". Frieda this sent me on a multi-colored adventure, these words. Cause a prism separates light into all the colors and in the way you use, or as I see it, gives rise to many and perhaps all possibilities that a love could give or promise. All the feelings that allow us to appreciate and cherish each other.

And then you hit us with the last 2 lines, that it was lost in the reality of the way most loves are illusion. This cloudburst that floods our hearts with pain. I love your poem Frieda and I know that until I die I would always look for the cloud burst to nurish rather than destroy. Also partial to those untamed desire's exquisite kisses. Oh yes indeed.. ;0) or, in the words of bumbblenoodle, jazzed flip flops 10000/1000 prisms and twice as many snap, snap, twirls... phew now I'm dizzy... but Frieda it was worth it. ~~redzone

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Love where this took you Curt...jazz'd you were dizzy, that made my day dear friend, you humble me a.. read more



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I remember reading this one before I joined here and fell in love with this piece. Just wanted to let you know. Very touching

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much for letting me know Patricia, I'm glad you enjoyed.
Sexy, sensual, and romantic. A lovely poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks KL.
" nestled upon lofty

feather'd sentiments




impassion'd thoughts

floated on a whim"

Beautiful lines through and through the prizm of feathered hope and zephyred joy. Passibilities are multi-colored as feelings are multi-layered. Excellent...:)..............

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Grazie mille Sami, sorry for the late response, seems the cafe likes to mess with my alerts, jazz'd .. read more
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

No problem. You are welcome muchly...:)................
"glimspsed a prism/in the eye of devotion". Frieda this sent me on a multi-colored adventure, these words. Cause a prism separates light into all the colors and in the way you use, or as I see it, gives rise to many and perhaps all possibilities that a love could give or promise. All the feelings that allow us to appreciate and cherish each other.

And then you hit us with the last 2 lines, that it was lost in the reality of the way most loves are illusion. This cloudburst that floods our hearts with pain. I love your poem Frieda and I know that until I die I would always look for the cloud burst to nurish rather than destroy. Also partial to those untamed desire's exquisite kisses. Oh yes indeed.. ;0) or, in the words of bumbblenoodle, jazzed flip flops 10000/1000 prisms and twice as many snap, snap, twirls... phew now I'm dizzy... but Frieda it was worth it. ~~redzone

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Love where this took you Curt...jazz'd you were dizzy, that made my day dear friend, you humble me a.. read more
the old school trash can, tall thin paneled lines down and up again its sides,
Full of primitive, for my life is,
I am primitive
Primitive focus now white oak coiled pressed shavings , a bed sharing the sun with
Cashmere char grey cat,Silent sensitive asleep, Home.
Oh to sleep so, but it is cold.
I need
I need those shavings to start the fire in the wood stove.
Primitive Transparent Need.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

An enchanting response lee.....thanks for always sharing your quirky thoughts.
Did you hear that, Yes? It was me sighing because of this magnificent poetry. I love reading your poetry, especially when all I can do is lie in bed because I'm ill, aha. I really loved this one, Frieda and the picture is stunning. xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You know I always love a sigh from you sweet pea, thanks muchly. xo
Oooh chica this is splendid poetry you have penned makes a pazzo poetress sigh :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Woman you know me so well.Hell yes coffee !!!
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha I'll leave you with two cuppas, off to bloody work, oh boogah. ha....will be back soon!
Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Haha laters chica thanks for the coffee :)
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So beautiful Frieda.
I drank you in whilst
you exhaled

untamed desire's
exquisite kiss.

Very passionate and sexy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much ron.
ron

10 Years Ago

You are most welcome Frieda. And thank you for your writings.
Very Whimling write. Sorry, had to do it.
Enjoy your style and presentation of your work.
Very nice.

Trace

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Haha captcha scare me sometimes. Thanks so much Trace, jazz'd you enjoyed.
What can I say...sigh. This one has a bouyancy to it. It lifts you up as if youre in the basket of a hot air balloon...and you peer back down through clear skies to see the world below. Maybe its just my Monday mailase and your words make me want to float away. Lol... beautiful hun. ;-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Oh I love the hot air balloon analogy...almost went there, great minds and all that jazz. ;-) Yeah M.. read more

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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..

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