~hanging by a thorn's last breath...

Hanging by a thorn

  beyond darkly committed clouds

     bloom off the proverbial rose

 the prick of time's past

     hung in the balance,

took a leap from faith's flourish

exhaled one final time

   nature shed its essence's sting

 

Spilled above in bloody tears,

    scattered over the garden

          of last breath's ashen regrets   

Author's Note

Reviews

[Relic]

Knowing the story behind this make it all the sadder to read. For you to create something so quick is amazing to me. The metaphors are stunning and tragic at the same time. Grief is a fire that smolders for the rest of our lives in some way and with your gift of writing you put it into a perspective that is haunting.

[Frieda P]

When it comes to Lee, the words just seem to flow, especially when a conversation brings the whole thing flooding back, not that it's ever far from my mind. Thanks for your kind words Relic, I'm truly humbled my friend.

[Relic]

You're welcome Frieda.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Losing a loved one and knowing they had so much of life to live yet is a haunting sadness that is never too far from the surface.Always there.Lovely lines chica clouded with sadness.

[Sami Khalil]

Those ashen regrets leave a smoldering image and reality. The prospect will be grief and scattered. But at least we keep hanging by a thread. Excellent...:).......................

[redflutterby]

Sigh....losing someone is hard enough but suicide makes it that much worse. This is dark and sad...painful to read. Hugs hun...xo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poems about grief and loss just simply sting the heart, Frieda.

[Pryde Foltz]

A very beautiful and poignant write. We never finish missing the ones we love, do we? Hope you are well.

[Lyn Anderson]

So much emotion and pain, still fresh, it bleeds through the write. A powerful, moving piece.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is painful to read... I cannot fathom such grief...

We can only give you comforting words, and hope that you know you are not alone in the shadow.

Reading you words give new meaning to appreciating the people in my life.

(We should not take that for granted)

Thank you for sharing your heart, Friedalicious.~xoxo~

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Frieda... Roses with their thorns are so typical
of life. I adore the people I have known intimately,
as well as friends, however, I have regrets in that
there were some situations I could have handled
more delicately. For this I have thorns of tears.
Your poem is scented with precious endearments and
gilded in golden embers. truly... Pat

[Frieda P]

Thanks dear poet for your sweet words, muchly appreciated.

[Chris]

"Midnights Aren't So Sweet Anymore..."

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a song or poem title, and indeed, thanks Chris.

[Chris]

is a work in progress