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).

[badmalthus]

Each line of this poem screams of pain...a powerful write.
Cheers...Harry

[MsJewel]

I could feel the pain in your words Frieda. You have touched my heart.
Hugs, Julie

[Baby Ricochet]

Great imagery and metaphors here. Great poem frieda

[Rita L. Sev]

The power of your grief comes through these images, Frieda, and leaves me without the right words of comfort...

[Chloe_Spence]

You never fail to write captivating pieces of poetry :)
So passionate and enchanting...
The music is a nice touch too :)

[redzone]

The pain of this horror, especially the toll is difficult to describe, yet alone in artistic form. But Frieda this pain just pours from out your pen cause you are still paying this toll. And we can only reach out and hope what small comfort we offer will help in some way. Why do these horrors stay with us, haunt and even reduce us to nothingness. All I know is you, all of us, are not alone..
((((Frieda)))) xxoo. ~~redzone

[s y e]

This poem is filled with emotion and is so sad. This poem is filled with pain... you've left me speechless, Frieda.


xo

[melissa]

Great poem i can't wait to read more keep up the great work and keep sending me more to read i love reading them

[00000000000000000000000..]

Deeply said Frieda with raw emotion,Love reading you my dear friend:)

[Pryde Foltz]

The pain in this piece is cutting. Such grief. Powerful stuff, Frieda.