~ colored of rosebuds & thorns

~ colored of rosebuds & thorns

A Poem by Frieda P
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another LC inspiration

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Here is my blithe spirit's call,
    here is my polar darkness's soul
       the poetry of my heart's embrace
drenched in sweet red cherry wine
       drunken for all times sake's intention 
        painted of life's ambivalent detentions 
               and nectar'd rhythm's redemption
 crosses to bear of death's barren hillside
        veiled in exquisite ecstasy's blood 
silent tears unwritten of battle's freedom 
  wings shorn in early light's kingdom
colored within rosebuds & thorns
       my obsession's hinted sublimity
night's shade and sun's task'd surmise 
    rising and stilling the hours divine
                                        'everyone lives and everyone dies'
       reason and rhyme will  endlessly survive
            in each 'hello and goodbye'....   






     

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda,

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!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matching Socks

10 Years Ago

Oh boy. My inner voice is saying 'shut up, don't go there'
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I was thinking the same thing~ haha
J. K. Beach

10 Years Ago

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This was amazing, Frieda. I really loved reading this beautiful piece. Nicely written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


your work is amazing!
i read 1 and couldnt stop.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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


Posted 10 Years Ago


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!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


// '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.

100 sighs & all that jazz xoxo

Posted 10 Years Ago


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

Posted 10 Years Ago


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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 .

Posted 10 Years Ago


I particularly loved the last stanza....this is good frieda...

Posted 10 Years Ago


The sadness here is palpable...so much emotion in your words...
and yet there is beauty as well.

I'm in awe of your talent.
:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


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

Posted 10 Years Ago



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