OUCH, what a heart breaking poem... it bleeds the silence and anger of "all that remains are metered thorns / sonnets darkly etched upon my breast," I love these lines too, " and I'm left trembling / withering on an exhaled vine"... the emptiness that flow through your poem is palpable and leaves the reader feeling betrayed by silence and in need of warmth of loudly "rose painted hues"... And as usual, the music adds a deeper dimension to your words... ok think I will go listen to Mozart's "Requiem" and cheer up some... you always make my heart burn Frieda... and I love you for it
~~redzone
Beautiful artwork and song. The words we do not speak are very meaningful. The eye and movement of body can make us know we are okay or not. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Truly a clever piece by relating love to poetry, feeling the need to complete the poetry using meters and stanzas and preset frames to fill in, and feeling the strain of needing to rhyme and needing to match the meter when a freestyle form of poetry would work in just the same way, unrestrained by the expectations of the norms. Well done indeed!
into my favorites this goes .. the exquisite pain of poetry burned in love ... i think this is top notch writing .. love love love it! well done says i ..bravo ...
E.
Hauntingly graceful Frieda... I left mourning the flower, dried and losing its petals one by one.
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(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Peace & Blessings *´¨)
like "silence of the lambs"
we are consumed by the poem, we fall for its enticement, and then find out there are just shallow words we have naively drowned ourselves in.
and someone is grinning sardonically as he or she digests our heart.
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..