Gypsy soul surrender....

traced your nuance upon my breast

     tenderness upon my lips,

  serenaded me with your sweet guitar

   my restless gypsy soul surrendered,

     breath heavy at the nape of my neck

        as you whispered sonnets in my ear 

       

 

a stirring breeze settled within my spirit,

        awakening me from misty slumber 

            my eyes already weepy missing you

       yet there remained, 

            a gentle hint of your musky scent

                   upon the curves of my décolletage

Author's Note

Reviews

[redzone]

Jumping gypsy soul surrendering symphonics Frieda! Damn, you sure know how to stir the breeze with your poetry.

Ha, there is no better gypsy guitarist than Carlos Santana (saw him play at the Allentown, Pa Fair way back when, and Black Magic Woman and Abraxas live is like floating inside a hurricane). But the music you chose (George Harrison song) not only made your words cry with surrender, but wove the "missing you", "musky scent" into our hearts as well. Dreams like these, of love's, past or lost always leave their scent on the "curves of my (our) decolletage". The words, the song- guitar, cello, voice- move with the sadness of what was, even as you awaken. Still, they haunt us and often make us "weep" with "missing you" tears.

Thinking about gypsy soul, I remember with fondness that movie with Juliette Pinoch and Johnny Depp, "Chocolat"- talk about "whispering sonnets in my ear"... Frieda, your poetry is as tempting as Vianne's chocolate... even as your guitar gently weeps... WOW
~~redzone

[Frieda P]

I do love reading your reviews Curt, there's a huge smile in my heart right now....enjoy your weekend my sweet friend! Grazie mille! xo

[Deuces]

A nice blend of sensual bliss of love's pain. Makes for the best lovemaking. Awesome piece - adding to favs.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much G, jazz'd you enjoyed the gypsy in my soul. :)

[Eagle Cruagh]

Something tells me that MY OLD GIBSON HONEY
would not stir the emotion that you feel in this
song. Gentle nuances on your breast, etc.
Sorry ! You have just put me and My Old Giobson Honey
out to pasture--- oh, well, it`s time.
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Frieda P]

I don't think a Gibson les paul classic ever goes out of style, can you play like Carlos Santana is the question. Nice to see you on my page Eagle, thanks so much...

[Eagle Cruagh]

Dear Frieda,
It is nice to be on your page. Will try to read you more.
No, I don`t play like Carlos....When I started high school I bought an old cornet and
joined the band. After while the bandmaster told me I would never understand music.
So, I bought an old used set of drums, recruited a bunch of guys who could play instruments
and played gigs every night for the next four years. I still play, but mostly for my own
amusement----- and collect instruments.

[Frieda P]

That's wasn't fair of me really, NO one plays like Carlos, what matters is you enjoy it....

[Patricia]

Oh how beautiful. Chills down my neck! :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Pat I'm kinda partial to this one myself, must be the gypsy in me ha :)

[Patricia]

LOL yeah I can see the gypsy in you, like recognizes like :) You should be proud of this piece....but I could say that about all your work. :)

[Parimal Pratyush]

I can only close my eyes to imagine the stunning sequence of images you have so beautifully painted with your ever so romantic, erotic words. Bliss :) Fan.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind words Parimal. :)

[J.P. Bristow]

what can I say that hasn't been said......but smooth and sexy!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much JP!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I read this one earlier...no qualms...hard to believe...right...LOL...
but the way this unfolds and the ending gives much ---
I liked how this assembles and just goes about the lines...

[Frieda P]

Woo....doing the happy dance Glen, even the font, I'm gonna faint! haha

[Glen Yumang Manese]

better get yourself a glass of water...helps with that fainting thing...hehe...keep them coming...good day...

[Tai Ryens]

An adventurous spirit, yet you portray yourself to be a sleeping one awaken by the breeze of the one who's finally made you feel at home. I viewed it as a subtle contradiction at first but now, upon reading a second time, I find your descriptions enchanting in the way you portray the transition of a gypsy to a spirit finally at home, a wandering spirit so apart from her original self that she has fallen asleep and dutifully separated herself completely from that original persona. Yet upon finally meeting the breeze that dare blow against the direction she chooses to go, her original self has stirred and woken, finding peace, at last. Well portrayed, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Tai, I love seeing my own poetry through your light...

[MsJewel]

Wow...It's always a delight to read your words Frieda...this one is a sensual delight of love and longing..
traced your nuance upon my breast
tenderness upon my lips,
and the word décolletage is just so sexy!!!!
A delicious treat Frieda!
:) Julie

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Julie, coming from you, that means the world to me!! :)

[Einstein Noodle]

and my imaginations eyes are prowling ... look what you have done my dear little Freida ... all is perfect .. poem, pic and song ... a tasters delight .. and i love "...décolletage" its the last word ;)
... love it all .. glad you shared!
E.

[Frieda P]

Awh you gave me a shiver dear E! You humble me, thanks muchly! x