~ lost wildflowers

neath a shady bloom

lost wildflowers

        neath closed windows,

                       dither'd  bloom's shudder

               wilting in arrested fantasies

rhythm  of sun's betrayal

          faded in interruption's tune

   essence'd fragrance

              fallen beneath the cracks,

        no escaping rhymes's paradoxical roots

           sway'd under a moon's dark melody

maestro's scathing notes conduct'd

        keys of C major's dusky tunes

                 F sharp's inauthentic glow

    sans relief from brutal digging

      mortification's dirty little secret

  buried deep within soil'd cover 

              wither'd on the vine 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sonus de Animus]

This poem captures the music in words, which is no easy feat. I am glad you included the music along with your poem, it was great to see your thought process in an otherwise thoroughly sensual poem. The visualization was great; the almost giddy babble of eloquent words and phrases such as "rhythm of sun's betrayal". This line flows so well and ties in with the feeling of a flower waving and bending under the hot sun in a field.
I won't try to over-interpret it, because to figure out the poem's meaning to a T would be to destroy it, but even without meaning it is a beautiful read. Great poem, every word was almost tangible.

[Frieda P]

Thank you so much for such an in-depth review, thrilled you enjoyed.

[willweb]

And now I feel like one of those lost wildflowers...lost, wilted and dying.

[JayDee]

Wow, okay so your writing is really good.
Deep and sweet. You managed to grip ones interest for reading this one. I must agree with Sonus de Amnimus - interpreting too much will ruin it. As it is read and understood to its meaning, it is one tangible piece...

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Another beautiful and amazing poem, Frieda. :-))

Kaze~

[TL Boehm]

withered on the vine is where I often find myself. Well done Miss Frieda

[Shubhangi]

this is so good...i am so inspired by your poems...I really wanna write like you.

[Frieda P]

What a lovely review, thanks for your sweet sentiments Shubhangi.

[Shubhangi]

i think i am having a writers block..i have not written in a long time...running out of ideas.. :(

[Frieda P]

That happens, I know it did to me not that long ago when I was away from the site, just write anything down, it'll come to you eventually.

[Shubhangi]

ok, I'll try..thanks.

[Relic]

What does essence'd fragrance mean?

[Frieda P]

The true nature of its significance....the heart of its bloom.

[Relic]

Very nice. Thanks.

[Frieda P]

Does that make sense now?

[Relic]

Yes. I would have said essence of its fragrance. I think I'm too literal in my phrases.

[Frieda P]

We just have different styles is all...

[Relic]

I thought about that but I think words can be played with. In other words I try to be too proper. In the future I could probably loosin up a bit. Maybe...possibly.

[Frieda P]

I love to play with words, usually that's how I hear it in my head though....so I'm a bit out there ;)

[Relic]

I think we all are to some degree aren't we? ha

[Frieda P]

Well I already know you're crazy so there's that haha...comes with creativity me thinks.

[Relic]

Yeah, could be.

[Frieda P]

We're basically saying the same thing Relic...same difference.

[Patricia]

this poem is as music itself! :) Love it!!!

[Frieda P]

Doing the happy dance, thanks muchly Pat!! :) x

[Tai Ryens]

Forgotten love still blossoming and beckoning from its forgotten meadow in a forest, lost forever yet still playing its sweet tune . . . Well done!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your thoughts Tai!

[Troy Henson]

You amaze me Frieda with every one of your writes. Such beauty, imagery and truth lay within all of your pieces.

Regards
Troy

[Frieda P]

You've made my heart smile this morning Troy, thanks so much...