ancient history's rhyme

I dog eared every page 

   in your old testament of love

  print appearing fainter,

    undone within parchment's hue

script kept running on inky blues

    to the last page's frayed conclusion

closed the chapter in the final hour

  documented and indexed

     under literary fiction,

lust composed of dusty silences,

  pain of heart's fire, reduced to ashes

    encased within the cobwebs 

of ancient history's rhyme &

        crumbling, untimely bookshelves 

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

Oh man this one kicks me in the gut... Hard. The emotions and wording of this poem Mama was just out of this world and painful. I agree with KL - some fantastic poetry do come from the toughest, unpleasant places and going back can hurt us but purging is good.

Flip flops & all that jazz!!xoxo

[Frieda P]

Yep exactly what that kind of pain feels like, thought you'd enjoy this one since you have that song on your profile....thanks sweetie! :) xo

[s y e]

A favourite song of mine just now.... I adore it!xo

[Einstein Noodle]

again .. you get better and better in my opinion .. you told a lifetime in this poem and i love the ancient parchment metaphor .. i can sense the age, feel the delicate pages and smell the musk of it .. a human tragedy sometimes that we keep such libraries and torture ourselves over and over .. speaking of libraries .. this is going in mine .. wonderful job Freida .. love it!
E.

[Moonie]

Ha, I love it. :))
The metaphors you have used are brilliant, and make me wonder just how similar old relationships and old books are. It is amazing how you pulled it off with remarkable simplicity.
My favourite lines would be:
"to the last page's frayed conclusion
closed the chapter in the final hour
  documented and indexed     
under literary fiction,"

[John Alexander McFadyen]

OMG I love the video! This is another poignant verse from the queen, my Lady!

[redzone]

Frieda, often the only good thing about "dog earred" old books is the reminder of life lessons learned and in the heat provided on those cold winter night when the furnace goes out and cold memoriess go up in the smoke they were when real, even though at the time they were not seen.

Your poem is painful to read cause I had such a library (not the same as your write) one that held the dog earred pages of male stupidity and arrogance. The heat and smoke of that fire lingers in my mind so that I do better. I know this is different than why you wrote this poem Frieda. But your poem also reminds me and others what is at stake when such treachery is done.

Sorry if I took your poem too far afield, it made me introspective. That is a great thing in your poems Frieda... xxoo
~~redzone

[Frieda P]

I think we all have a library as such no matter what the reason or rhyme, some lessons are harder to learn, even when they're dog eared through the years....I'm glad it took you to that place, that's the best thing about poetry is that once it's out there other poet's make it their own...love your introspection. Grazie mille Curt. xo

[Coyote Poetry]

"I dog eared every page
in your old testament of love
print appearing fainter'
I love the above statement. Had the feel of ancient writers and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind words Coyote.

[Lyn Anderson]

I wish I didn't want to put this in my favourites. Sometimes the best writes come from the most unpleasant places. This is just so perfect, in its simplicity and its pain.

[Frieda P]

Indeed they do, the undone gift that keeps on giving....