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).

[kublakhan27]

Crying does start to feel like bleeding after a while doesn't it? This piece speaks to me as loudly as anything you've ever written Frieda...it's a very sad and bitter piece, and the older I get, the more vulnerable I feel beneath the weight of these emotions. My heart sinks anytime you produce one of these pieces...it is the voice of one who feels alone. I feel like we both need a hug upon reading this...my tears are with you my dear friend...xo

[Bright Ocean Star]

Frieda, you have blood on the brain, my friend. Didn't you just write one about dripping blood and ink etching lines in someone's brain? Whewwww....my favorite lines are "thirst'd in the name of the holy father's spiritless guise/took it's toll upon your gypsy soul/ as you leap to darkly unfathomable heights." You are consumed with darkness in this one. It sort of reminds me of a movie I was watching last week that I couldn't get out of my head...maybe you also saw it. 'Girl with the Dragon Tatoo'. As always, amazingly talented, you are.

[Blue]

This is dark. Just when I have just finished reading a sensual delight from you, you paint a nightmare, mother? :) I love the lines " recognized cause-effect/thirst'd in the/name of the father/of holy ghost's/spiritless guise". That's highly creative.

Here's me wishing you sweeter dreams in the nights to come. :P

[FlamingPhoenix]

Heartbreakingly beautiful. I find it astounding how through your precise word choice you can convey and provide so much imagery in just a few lines. Everything you write is rich in meaning and this is one more incredible piece! I think you must be a genius--or have one heck of a muse!

[Aethereal]

Now that's quite a dream. I never had a dream such as this whereby a flower's drained of power. The poor little poppy.