`buona sera cottongrass

buona sera translation is 'good evening'....

She said buona sera to her tears

like flowers in a chill'd wind

       they made her shiver

  frozen mind in her heart's quiver

forgave the bloom that wilted

         guilty kisses that withered,

buried her spirit 

under a bed

           of tundra's cottongrass

she knew, 'none of it was true'

~ last dying thought in the

                     pretense of love

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Feigned love, a bidding to tears good night, possibly a betrayal in the atmosphere of the piece, courtesy of the other party . . . The shattering reality of everything dawning upon your speaker is breathtaking in the amount of misery that would ensue, and the attitude with which your speaker greets her sorrow is enticing, as she seems to have expected it, somewhat, in some way. Anticipated that the love would be revealed as nothing but a hoax and acting accordingly . . . Lovely poem, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your in-depth review Tai, you always read me so well...muchly appreciated...

[KWP]

yes yes, goodbye tears, sometimes you just gotta 'let that s**t go' and move onwards and upwards to find and conquer the next love... or at least encounter ... heheheh love you xx

[Frieda P]

You're a tough cookie Betty, will try to do that but you forget I Never learn. :) MWAH! x

[Scott Metro]

A bit of hurt....
But it is that way sometimes...felt it.

Scotty

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much, nice to see you Scotty.........x

[Scott Metro]

You too...!!!
Scotty

[Alfred Kukitz]

I felt kissed by you in your decent into sorrow.

[Frieda P]

What a sweet thing to say, thanks for your visit & review Alfred....

[MsJewel]

I can feel the sadness in your words Frieda, but I feel the beauty in them as well. Bittersweet...
I know the feeling too well of losing someone we love. I've heard it said, "time heals all pain"...but some pain runs too deep to heal completely. Writing about it helps me, I hope it helps you as well.

Hugs, Julie

[Frieda P]

Yes that time thing is a bunch of malarkey...thanks so much for your kind words Julie x

[Bright Ocean Star]

I love the last line...."Last dying thought in the pretense of love"....and I love the imagery of the cottongrass bloom that wilted... very nice write, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Star, you're the first to mention the cottongrass, the pic inspired me, jazz'd you enjoyed!

[Einstein Noodle]

such a warm sadness .. brilliant .. the loss of faith in the closing lines turns it all upside down ... i find myself missing your sister .. i only know her thru you .. wrapping arms
E.

[Frieda P]

What a sweet thought, thanks so much E, you've warmed my heart! xo

[Ayushi]

"She said buona sera to her tears
like flowers in a chill'd wind"
Awesome and lovely write..
We have no control over our feelings and emotions sometimes :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Ayushi, yes indeed, I read somewhere "the battle of life is sarcastic" Ha still loving your line :)

[Ayushi]

Haha .. You are welcome :)
I am also obsessed with that line :p

[Leslie Philibert]

Join the others in liking this, just one point, I am not a fan of words broken with an abbreviation, unless you need it to parse,but that`s my POV that many don`t share !

[Frieda P]

Not a fan of the apostrophe eh? I like the way they look, but you're not alone, thanks Leslie...

[Troy Henson]

A broken heart hurts and lasts for a long time. Like any raw emotional moment in life...time heals all pain and we realise that that what once was may not have been the right thing for us after all.

This was a lovely piece Frieda.

Regards

[Frieda P]

Muchly appreciated Troy, thanks so much.

[redzone]

Such a wonderful poem Frieda, my words froze before reaching my tongue... the emotion flows from this quiver, the sadness and loneliness even in the pretense of love are difficult to bury in the tundra. She will love you tender words Frieda....
~~redzone

[Frieda P]

Very difficult Curt, thanks so much for your kind words sweetie...