Is this new? I love it! For me it conjures visions of cyclic emotions and images--dark/light, hello/goodbye,
, and, of course, rosebuds and thorns. I think I related in some of the review comments for my little poem, "Staccato," that I've a very close friend who suffers from ultra-rapid cycling bipolar disorder--an extreme high and low each and every week. His life is bittersweet, but beautiful in it's own way. This poem reminds me of his battles--always saying hello and goodbye to the precious dawn and dusk times where he is mostly free for a brief time. Well, that may not have anything to do with your intentions for this little gem, but it has moved me nonetheless. Great work!
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Glad you picked up the yinyang of this one J.K..... opposite forces can actually be complementary an.. read moreGlad you picked up the yinyang of this one J.K..... opposite forces can actually be complementary and we deal with them every day...bittersweet as they may be, life is forever filled with beginnings and endings it seems...I think LC was singing of religion but this was my interpretation, jazz'd you enjoyed!
Alice Walker in her book, "Possessing The Secret Of Joy", equates joy with resisting oppression. L.C. is right, 'everyone lives and everyone dies' and your poem expresses this artistically and with beauty. Where I went as I read was what is living? What is dying? To me the joy of living is in resisting oppression. I know this isn't what you were getting at, but my mind often takes me to strange places.
In this, I am glad your poem took me to examine what living is... perhaps to put it more metaphorically, I gladly hold the rosebuds, inspite of the thorns.....
~~redzone
wheeeew... ok... ma'am... I know I have said this before, but you have an uncanny ability to get into my soul and drag those feelings out whether they want to come or not.. This one is so tender yet soooo freaking powerful... I feel the beauty, the magic, the happiness, then feel the sadness, the dread, the not wanting to let go... exquisitely bittersweet... The music just gave me chills with this and made me feel like I was slowly swaying the last dance before it was over.... oh my gawd, girl! You kill me with the depth of emotion that you evoke... My heart can't take it... I absolutely adore this and you!!
// 'everyone lives and everyone dies'
reason and rhyme will endlessly survive
in each 'hello and goodbye'.... //
OMG, I think my heart just cried and so did I... this was so sad. I was reading this to Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt because your music doesn't work on my phone but oh lordy this was heart breaking. You know I absolutely adore this one and it is so relatable.
Frieda the format of this one gave it a flow that suited the content. Very well done. The happiness and sadness in this really falls out as you read this. Masterful my dear.
Regards
Troy
This is both beautiful and sad. It makes my heart sigh and cry. A need to comfort a friend who suffers (not implying this is about you just saying in general ).
Great poem as always Frieda .
I was gonna quote this song, I should have known I'd find it already at the end ;) So many things I want to say but I'm not sure how to arrange them...I wish I could keep my obsessions limited to hints and sublimity, but I look at your words, then I look right, and I wish I could roll those obsessions into a ball and kill the window through which I view the cartwheels of fulfilled attention (hmm, you may see that image again before too long)...polar darkness is what hits me the hardest...that's what's lodged in my brain, rubs against my soul and it refuses to do anything more than wiggle once there...I really wish my library option worked...Leo's spirit runs rampant through this piece...it would not be out of place in one of his collections...I'm happy that you have someone to inspire you so vividly and soulfully, he truly brings out the poet in you, just as your lines bring out the poet in me, just without the debonair voice that captivates you so haha Some people play with the bull and get the horns, I play with the rose and get the thorns...or maybe I'm too busy acknowledging the thorns to access the colour...yes, this one hit a nerve Mrs.R, but that nerve is your biggest fan ;) xo
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..