~ dancing on tissue paper clouds

Silken thread poetry, woven on burlap

   suspended 'tween unwritten blank pages

wrapped in earthy paper bags

     cellophane ribbons of sweeping skywriting

         under lock and key's proclivity 

render'd of lifeblood's breath 

       exhaling secrets to the universe

etched on perpetual weeping soliloquies 

      satin kisses woke the sleeping monster

evoking slumber's artlessness 

                  of aesthetic's lucidity

    inky spirits presence in the flow

         dancing on tissue paper gossamer clouds

               surrendered in the word of poetry...  

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

I wish I knew how, but in the past few minutes have found myself taken back and back. This is a truly welcome glitch!

Somehow this poem - to my absolute delight is by my dear mislaid FRIEDA. She who taught me how to giggle, how to invent a very special lingo: maybe Italian with a touch of madness ?!. More, she gave - not leased a reason to feel and be.. and show it. Hurt yes, but, hey - that's life. Frieda wrote with her heart, felt with both heart and mind.. and was a true friend. Never forgotten. Music to feel by, with, always

[Butch Decatoria]

Are you back in the café, frieda p?

[Deron Alexis]

lol I had to get to the 12th line before i knew it was about poetry really good one here per usual i bet i could tell if you wrote something even if u didn't sign it lol. Its dripping with your signature whimsical style keep sharing.

[Butch Decatoria]

Beautiful write. As always I am taken away... Love it.

[Jon Roggie]

Fun read! Let us all keep dancing on the tissue paper gossamer clouds!

[redzone]

"dancing on tissue paper gossamer clouds" Frieda, were else would one dance while whispering secrets to the universe??? A dangerous place to dance, yes, but the only place to write poetry I think!
Beautifully written Frieda.
~~redzone

[s y e]

Oooooft, flip flops & all that jazz! This was out of this world good. The wording in this one just blew me away:

// satin kisses woke the sleeping monster
evoking slumber's artlessness
of aesthetic's lucidity
inky spirits presence in the flow //

This is just pure art, Mama F - I loved this, the imagery is so, so, so vivid. xoxo

[Katrina]

This poem struck me as rather ethereal. It's very lovely and you have such an vintage, classic voice and aura about your work.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Bloody brilliant Moonbeam The poem is like a butterfly riding a warm breeze on a hot summer day.

[Jack Cassidy]

From what I have read from you so far, this poem seems like more work than the others. I really can't find a fault with it, not that I was looking :) Great word usage and the title was an attention grabber, hence why I ended up here. "Lifebloods breath exhaling secrets to the universe," an excellent line. All I can say is, great job.

[Jack Cassidy]

Lifeblood's