pressed sentiments 'tween colorless pages ~

 

pressed  sentiments 'tween colorless pages

   of unknown origin's sublimation

requiem for affection's last breath

  ceremoniously done asunder

in dirges of dishonest death marches

  lamenting in disenchanted melancholic blues

threnody's last rhyme of lamentation's burial site

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

I love pressing flowers.. i have done it manuy times. But the flowers gifted by someone special are of great value.. ,"requiem of affections last breath"- yes these phrase wrenced my heart!! We love when they bloom but when the aroma is gone, pressed under the pages they are copses.."in dirges of death's dishonest marches"- gods!! Freida this one really depicts the burial of a relationship.. thank you for sharing such an effective piece.. You really write out of this world ;)

~Sophy

[Frieda P]

You're too kind Sophy, you humble me, doing the happy dance to your review. :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

:).. ohh wow.. keep dancing babes...

[Sophy Freebirds]

:).. ohh wow.. keep dancing babes...

[Moonie]

You always make 2 dimensional alphabets come out as 3 dimensional. This one is no exception.

[emmajoy]

Oh my.. oh dear.. you weave sad, sad magic in this poem, dear friend.. but, as ever always leave an impression on this reader's heart and mind.

If i could wave a wand and set you free to live in the land of gentle smiles, I would.. promise you.

Maybe empathy's chain forms our distant petulian friendship, don't know, just care that i know this song and its almost too powerful attack on the senses - for me, anyway.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Th intellectual quality of you prose never ceases to amaze me! This is a dark and melancholy piece once agian told in brutal metaphors.

[Matching Socks]

Let it be pressed for just a day. For even the dark clouds deserve their say.
I felt this with my heart, heavy.
Let yours be lightened.

[An owl on the moon]

What a mournful music plays through your words.. thoughts drifting over time to those haunted places of love.. one can almost smell the scent-tinged pages...

[kublakhan27]

I think this one transcends imagery and cuts right to the emotion...I know where it came from, and where you're going with it...in that sense, this is a heart-wrenching read...the last breath done asunder is a haunting image that struck deep...everyday feels like an exercise in disenchanted blues...I hope you'll be okay love...another phenomenal and emotionally hard-hitting piece...xo

[Butch Decatoria]

Impressed as always by your voice, your poetry has a feeling of the age of medieval renaissance , Shakespearean even... The heart is pressed during dark times ... Kudos

[Cory Barrett]

I am going to leave the emotion on the side, simply because there is too much of it. If I were to concentrate on it I would find myself in an undertow of grieving. I adore how many words you were able to use from so many angles, profoundly saying the same thing. Slow mummification of memories spun in threads of lament and self-torture. If only we could bury the pain with the dead.

[Frieda P]

I let out a huge sigh after reading your words Cory, yes...if only. I'm deeply touched by your sentiments.

[s y e]

Holy sheeit I am think I am crying. Between your words and the music, it just hits you. Gosh this is so powerful and vivid Mama F. You have truly touched me to my core and then some! I am speechless.

100 hugs & all that jazz! xoxo

[Frieda P]

Awh you need a hankie sweetie? Glad you were affected, that's the best response a poet could ever ask for....grazie noodlebumble! xo