Exhale Poetry II

For Lee ♥

Butterfly haunts me
   flutters in the darkest of night
when the smoke dismally cleared
    all that was left was a still photograph
no breath to be had, no words to be spoken
   perched upon my affection where no one can see,
         all the secrets that taunt my scarred soul 

          our story's final chapter closed too soon

Left behind in your spirit reminisces 
   like an erratic zephyr, they twist my mind
     nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere
I oft wonder have you found destiny's redemption
     as you floated aimlessly from this earth
etching markings on a sky of colorless clues

surrendering only in my dream's illusions
     still tracing the dusky painted haze

                          all that's left is to exhale poetry 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Seriously hurts my heart to read this, Frieda...

It's the pain that flows through the vein of your poetry, which I find the most endearing...

"I oft wonder have you found destiny's redemption
as you floated aimlessly from this earth
etching markings on a sky of colorless clues

surrendering only in my dream's illusions
still tracing the dusky painted haze

all that's left is to exhale poetry "~ This moved me to the very core...

Stunning....~xoxo~

[Frieda P]

Seriously hurt to write this one my sweet friend, thanks so much for your continued support and friendship always dear Robbie. xoxo

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You'll always have my support and friendship, sweet gypsy Butterfly...~xoxo~

[Frieda P]

You put a huge smile on my heart sweet Robbie. ♥

[Robbie~xoxo~]

(((hugs)))~xoxo~:)

[The Cuckoo's Nest]

I really like the title and how it ties into the last line. It's like when you're staring off into the abyss, thinking about how things were or could've been, and then you let out a long sigh, before moving on.

[Frieda P]

Thanks CN, seems the moving on is the hardest part after someone takes their own lives...much appreciate your kind words.

[kublakhan27]

Frieda, this is the best thing you've ever done...ever...this should be in my library if not for this ignoramus site, but you know it's in my heart...my eyes grow damp just being exposed to this piece before reading it...I wish I could write about my departed ones like this...you have no idea how much I look up to you for creating such a masterpiece...and it is your master work, I can't stress that enough, and that's for a woman who is only capable of writing masterpieces...tight hugs my dear friend...xoxo

[Frieda P]

You blow me away Steve, as you were privy to reading this one already, I already knew your sweet sentiments and I can only thank you yet again, and send a heartfelt squishy hug your way my dear friend. xo

[kublakhan27]

Squishy hugs in return my sweet friend...yes, you've heard my sentiments and I speak from the heart as you know I always do...I forgot to mention that I like Enya as well...big hugs :) xo

[Frieda P]

You always leave me speechless sweet Steve. ♥

[Rene Salinas]

Oh blowing through the mistery of time is one of the Anemoi taking things in the westernly direction . And hoping or beholding the thought that the memory of someone or something should pass too but if only to be that simple then we would all attempt it. Yet they linger why? Because there is something that needs to come to resolution again if only manuals where to be passed with this kind of experiences then we will all want the blueprints.

Sadly is not and we have to dwell

This is very beatifully expressed

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

They linger because they are a part of our heart, and that never ceases even in spirit, thanks Rene.

[Neville]

Yes indeed, to echo sentiments proposed by my reviewing predecessors this is a delightfully haunting and moving poem that made me come out in goose bumps my friend.... N

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Neville, muchly appreciate the sweet sentiment.

[Neville]

My pleasure Frieda, N

[Matching Socks]

Very very heart felt Frieda. A beautiful tribute and so wonderfully written.
xoxo

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind words Ana Sophia, have to get used to the new name. xo

[Matching Socks]

You can call me whatever feels good. :)
You're welcome. xx

[Frieda P]

I love your name, it's very femme fatale. ;)

[Matching Socks]

Lol. Oh yeah.... That's me. :)

[anne]

so heartfelt....but so beautifully written........
I often wonder............exhale poetry......really nice...

[Frieda P]

Thanks anne, muchly appreciate your sentiment.

[Tom]

Regret, remorse and guilt often deeply affects our psyche, why did a close loved one leave and not me instead?

While none of us mere mortals can adequately answer such profoundly life affecting questions, suffice to say, we all are travelling along the same journey and one day will be reunited with our loved ones, but until that glorious time arrives, let's make the best of our time down here and by writing such beautiful poetry Frieda, you are certainly filling the world here and beyond with joy, respect and harmony!

A touching, heartfelt, reflective, poetic reverie, sublime as always dear Frieda !

[Frieda P]

I am beyond touched by your kindness Tom, you humble me my friend, one can only hope we'll all be united in the end, hopefully there is cricket there for you too!

[Tom]

Yes & it never rains there on match days Frieda !!

[Frieda P]

Perfect, sounds like heaven to me!

[Tom]

Touché Frieda !

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh Frieda I can feel the heartache in every single line… the pain of losing a loved one is never easy and losing them to a tragedy is 20 times worse.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Dale, just read your tribute, seems a lot of sadness on the cafe today....x

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So moving and so desperately sad. I realise the anniversary is such a hard time for you but when you write (evhale) such wonderful poetry you give the world Lee's breaths to taste.

[Frieda P]

So kind of you to say John, only way I know to keep her spirit alive, thanks so much.