~reason's unseasoned rhyme

paused to surrender

             my breath

 in spring's

 aspirations of familiarity's

           wildflower blooms,

 tasted like whispered 

whimsy of sunrise

     on an early summer's morn,

felt like butterflies

            flitting on lusty sun showers dawn,

    appeared as dazzling as a brilliant

     bolt of lightning's storm

      after the rains of meteor's hail,

fall heard prelude's demise

       in the coup de grâce

   of dusky autumnal twilights at

          eventide's calling

 winter's gusty chill 

    took a nasty spill in 

              finality's frigid  tundra 

iced of insignificance in 

                    snow-flaked frosted rhymes 

“The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of... We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart." - Blaise Pascal”

Author's Note

Art~Andrew Atroshenko -Wishful

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Having survived the nastiest winter in recent memory. a lot of it working outdoors, I am trying my best to deny the feeling in the air. It is an irony, I love the warmth and the sun, but can't wait till the bad memories of summers' past fade and fall off the trees. I like the way this passes thru the seasons by using feelings instead of colours ...

[Frieda P]

You ARE woman, I don't know how you do it....thanks, you know it's those 'feelings' that get us in deep trouble.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I love your seasonal poems...beautiful! Another saved favorite....Thank you, dear friend, for filling up my library. :)

[Ashira Macy]

You know, sometimes I get the feeling you are clairvoyant, but the only way you can share your gift with other people is to let it drip through your pen and onto the page in beautifully crafted, descriptive riddles. You never cease to amaze me Frieda, this was such a beautiful piece. I am not really sure what Christopher Robin was going on about. Poetry is about expression. If you get yourself too lost in the technical side of things it will begin to sound robotic and unfeeling. But that is his own beef. We all know you are fabulous.

[Frieda P]

Oh I wish I were clairvoyant, then I'd really turn gypsy. Thanks so much for your glowing review. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and I hardly expect everyone to like my poetry, you can't win em all as they say, What bothered me most was that he brought the readers into it, review my poem, not the people that read it...funny thing is he posts in the author's note of all his poems...'if you're going to mistreat it, beat it'...wonder if he knows the definition of those flowery words 'hypocrite & irony'....muchly appreciate your support my sweet friend.

[Christopher Robin]

Hi Frieda,

Your piece's title caught my attention yet I feel slightly misled after reading it. As bemused as I am by your adoring followers, they are looking so far beyond the writing that they appear to be missing the writing itself (yet perhaps that is the goal of the poet).
Your writing contains a number of both syntax and grammatical errors, whilst generally excused under the wonderfully large umbrella guise of 'prose' there are lines here that simply don't make sense.

"my breath
in spring's
aspirations of familiarity's
wildflower blooms,"

I don't want to tear this apart because you technically make sense, but there is no defined subject. Is it the wildflower, the aspirations, or your breath which blooms? You wield an impressive and extensive lexicon drenched with metaphor, yet I believe your beautifully blind bookworms are more baffled than beguiled by it.
For a cleverly named piece, the alliteration and rhyme are jilted, without meter or verse to give them structure or substance. Again I know prose follows few rules, poems little more. My worry is that your followers are regarding this as a great literary achievement rather than a conceptual one. You've captured a feeling beautifully, yet the expression is jilted. Like an optical illusion once you see the trick, you see it is in fact an illusion of something that might have been magical, if but for a moment.
I realize too late now this is not very constructive criticism, the only sort which should really be allowed in review of art. Let me say this then, your talent is undeniable, like your following. Try not to get so caught up in flowery language, chasing the metaphor or allegory to the point where the original subject becomes obsolete or nonsensical. Turn your phrase for those born all days, and your love will surely grow.

-Robin

[Frieda P]

My poetry is nothing but for the 'feelings' it conveys, if that's all you came away with, then I'm delighted.

I write what is in my heart, there are no rules to follow, and I happen to adore flowery sentiments, and darkly colored emotions also. There is a place on the cafe for all genres of poetry, appreciation is certainly in the eye of the beholder, personally you can be smack on technically with meter and rhyme, if I don't feel it, it's not going to be affecting. Thanks for taking the time to read and putting so much careful consideration and effort into your review, muchly appreciated.

Seems to me you've exasperated some pretty flowery words yourself...
Oh Pooh, thanks Robin.

[SingPoetically]

This caught me at the end taking a deep breath and releasing loving this poem nicely written

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your visit and review SP...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your frosted rhymes are great...as is the poem...but i see metaphor here...surviving a hard winter, is like getting through a hard depression...a difficult time in our lives....and when finally the spring breaks through...we sigh, catch a breath...and rearm ourselves for the next obstacle in life.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for such a charming review jacob, muchly appreciated.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I adore this piece, Friedalicious!... you woo me to no end...

Romance is swirled in seasons' bliss... the storm of passion was brewing, and it had to be released...

Fantastic, whimsical write!...Bravo!~xoxo~:)

[Frieda P]

If I can woo the Queen of sultry romance, that's something! Thanks so much my sweet friend, don't stay away too long, we all miss ya to pieces! :) xoxo

[willweb]

Frieda P. I always find something new and exciting when I read your poetry. I find I read your work more than once and each time something different jumps out at me. I really enjoy your words and your style. I have read no other like you anywhere. This was great. I really loved this poem today.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Will, appreciate your kind sentiments.

[s y e]

// flitting on lusty sun showers dawn,
appeared as dazzling as a brilliant
bolt of lightning's storm
after the rains of meteor's hail,
fall heard prelude's demise //

Your words just came alive on my page, Mama F. I cannot even begin to put into words how much I loved this one and how much it is now my favourite of yours. Out of this world. The lines I copied above were my favourite, the imagery was just perfect.

This is poetry. xoxo

[Frieda P]

You have made my poetic heart dance sweet noodlebumble, thanks muchly! xo

[Rita L. Sev]

To everything there is a season, as your vivid lines remind... Beautiful piece, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Rita!

[Daydreamer]

No wonder your poetry is a pure joy to read; as I'm such an art lover......
a magical taste of seasons that desires to be sensed ;)

[Frieda P]

Oh thanks so much Manal, you've humbled me. :)