I dreamt...

I dreamt you

        were crying

    upon my face,

                    tears slid gingerly

         down my cheeks

      streaked in poppy's 

                 scarlet blood

                  etch'd a trail 

            borne of thunderous fire

            in defiled lies 

                      mine own eyes

            recognized cause-effect

                        thirst'd in the

 name of the father

                          of holy ghost's 

     spiritless guise  

                               took its toll 

upon

 your gypsy soul 

                                  as  you leapt to 

              darkly unfathomable heights

                

Reviews

[Shirlena]

I don't know why this poem seems to take me somewhere dark and then I looked down and saw the image which made me feel like I was going in the right direction. (This is what I mean Frieda about the images surrounding your poetry. Is this also photo bucket?). This sounds like to me someone bearing the guilt of something. Enjoyed the shadowy depictions this piece creates.

[Frieda P]

Major guilt, I think it goes with the territory when you lose someone to suicide, thanks for your thoughts Shirlena...I don't recall where that graphic came from, sorry.

[Shirlena]

I have heard that is one of the emotions that one deals with Frieda (I'm sorry).

[Cassie]

I am getting to read this now, i absolutely love it.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sunshine, good to see you back my sweet friend.

[star73]

very good and creative. peaceful music

[Deuces]

Dark and therapeutic at the same time. As if you're other half cleansed their spirit through you. Very interesting and amazing visuals. Great work, my friend as always.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Oooo! Nice and dark.. I like it when you go dark, Frieda! *grins*

[Einstein Noodle]

in honest desperation we make the final call ... dial 911 ..
perhaps ...
more than that a final amen ...
"as you leapt to
darkly unfathomable heights"
how deceived are we ... if the light we guide our lives by is darkness...
i feel a horrible pain .. in your poem ... you beautiful Freida! :)
E.

[Shubhangi]

i see a hint of pain in this one...
but still...its one of a kind.
touched my heart.
treat to my soul.

[Scott Metro]

Dark..a taste of pain..
Well worth the read...
Savored the anguish..

Scotty

[Tina Louise UK]

Powerful haunting piece....enjoyed :) x

[TL Boehm]

aching and raw. but with that beauty always. Well penned