~reason's unseasoned rhyme

~reason's unseasoned rhyme

A Poem by Frieda P
"

_whispered whimsy_

"
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”

© 2014 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P
Art~Andrew Atroshenko -Wishful



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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 ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

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



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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 ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You ARE woman, I don't know how you do it....thanks, you know it's those 'feelings' that get us in d.. read more
"Finality's frigid tundra"- the freezing of a relationship,void of air and warmth. Dang Freida. You blowed my head with this one. Lemme check if its fine.. hah!! The phase of a relationship compared to seasons is just brilliant.. I just connected to it! :) life is such an oxymoron- once that person's warm hug felt like whole world later it feels so cold and HOLLOW!! thank you so much for sharing Freida. Missed you ;)

~Sophy

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Dang Sophy, I'm jazz'd you enjoyed my distraught seasons...was I gone? :)
this really is a game (poem) of two halves first the sheer beauty of love, to be followed by the failing relations into sadness, you just used the seasons to perfection, bravo Frieda.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much for your kind words Richard, jazz'd you enjoyed this one.
I enjoyed how you managed to evoke the feelings of each season in these few words. One little thing jarred a bit, as spring fell between autumn and winter, but what do I know up here we have two seasons, winter and road construction.
Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I surrender, you're not touching my red stilettos, no way jose ...better? ;)
NoelHC

10 Years Ago

Good call on the Vivaldi, by the way!
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks, that's what I wanted originally, but couldn't find one that started with summer....didn't wa.. read more
My Lady, this starts as a poem of love but where it ends feels detached and empty. Somewhat like loss but not just a growing cold?

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

John Alexander McFadyen

10 Years Ago

Been there all too often my Lady!
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Please, not again!
John Alexander McFadyen

10 Years Ago

I see a wild horse and want to tame it lol. Should have been a cowboy! Not a good analogy as I never.. read more

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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