~ endless breath of silence

A moment in bittersweet crystal clarity

    memories of glory days gone by

         familiarity of scent and touch

indulgences of passionate nectar'd skies,

   wildflower meadows and body quiver sighs

      translucent reminisces of love's twists & tangles

    sacred promises torn awry in duplicity's grasp

under a darkly full moon's daunting disclosure

      rendered in sounds of hopeless tear soaked passages

  forgotten love notes written of inky illusions

              neatly wrapped in tissue paper delusions

stormy weather's threats upon spirit's token of mourning

   a final endless breath of silence as it's put to rest ~

     death's conclusion does not become the tender heart  

Author's Note

captcha~unfreed

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Death does not become the tender heart; a profound and heartfelt ending to the nostalgia that had built up previous to that line's deliverance that seems to reassure everyone that we do not become death when we die . . . Our actions, memories, experiences will always be shared amongst those who had shared them with us, and we become our moments instead of just death.

Lovely ending, it was truly thought-provoking.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Tai, thrilled you read this one and enjoyed.

[Mélania Woolf]

When you read something and you just pause whatever is happening, you take some time out and think,just think. This is what I did after reading your poem.
I think of everything that passed me by and everything that affected me and how it's all going to fade ,at last. Death.It's simply haunting, what you wrote!
and GOSH "forgotten love notes written of inky illusions" I mean can it be expressed in a better way?? NO !
Much love and thank you for posting this xx

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Mell, you've humbled me with your kind words! xo

[DrD]

You are a paradox, Frieda. You give us fluffy, funny works and then suddenly compose something of such wonder and beauty. This is indeed lovely and you should be proud of it.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Dave, I could say the same of you....the ones you write that break my heart, then you throw that crazy imaginary girlfriend into the mix....haven't seen her around lately come to think of it...

[Avinash]

death's conclusion does not become the tender heart is the line which will keep on echoing in my mind.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind words Avinash, lovin' the new avatar.

[Avinash]

Thanks Freida.. :)

[Sami Khalil]

It is crystal clear that tender hearts are very affectionate and passionate even to the point of death of a beloved. Hold on forever in your wonderful poetry. Excellent...:)...........

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Sami, muchly appreciated. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Muchly welcome...:).....................

[MsJewel]

A moment in bittersweet crystal clarity
memories of glory days gone by...
Losing someone we love is never easy. I was told once that time heals all pain...but there is pain that runs too deep to completely heal. You have left me teary eyed Frieda....

Julie

[Frieda P]

Wasn't my intention, thanks for your sweet words Julie...x

[J. K. Beach]

Mornin' Frieda...

For half a second, with the font, the picture, and the video image, I felt like I had suddenly turned on a Saturday Night Live skit rerun. Then I read the first half--sweet sigh--who needs TV with such lovely images; Reading on--channel change--there's Dr. House, leaning on that cane, just daring me to be happy.

Kidding aside, it's true; there's always and end of innocence, love, and life. Luckily there's a lot of Hell to raise in between. Are you with me?

[Frieda P]

Good morning to you J.K. Always up for raising some hell, and I love House! Thanks for bringing a smile to my poetic heart. :) Enjoy your Saturday...

[J. K. Beach]

Oh yeah--I forgot to tell you among the kidding--I really loved the poem.

The contrasting images you come up with and your unique way of stitching them together make for some excellent writing--your "dark beauties" I'd call them. Thanks for sending this one my way!

[J. K. Beach]

Did you change the video? I love "City of Angels" Sad, but warm at the same time...

[Frieda P]

Yes, you noticed, I wasn't feeling that last tune....thanks again my friend!

[Matching Socks]

Losing someone is the hardest thing in the world. This poem was so beautiful, so expressive.
And so painful to read. You captured the feeling so well.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind thoughts Ance.

[willweb]

This poem is quite sad. Death is a conclusion but as long as memories exist, that door is never completely closed. This poem makes me think about who I have and who I lost and how I might want to rethink how I treat those that I have. I enjoyed reading this today.

[Frieda P]

That in itself was worth the write, thanks for your thoughtful words Will.

[A. Amos]

Great write with a touch of retro classic, truly enjoyed the read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your continued support Amos, muchly appreciated my friend.

[A. Amos]

pleasure and honor is all mine...