~ Final curtain act of weeping roses

~ Final curtain act of weeping roses

A Poem by Frieda P
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_inspired by Rene's poem, Reduce everything to Ashes

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Etched your name
    in the dust of my heart's ache,
wildflower's soul strewn 
       haphazardly askew
love note tucked neatly
          written in braille tidings,
of ghostly passage's rhyme
obliging a long forgotten prayer
of yesteryear and far away,
          in your eye's pious obligations
a blue moon's 
dispirited bloom,
awakened in the shadows
             of diminished  capacity's vapors,
surrendered under the pressure
                 of afterthought's tragic loss
weeping roses
             can't breathe life's blood, 
too late for encore's last call
                      in the final curtain act
 

© 2014 Frieda P


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I liked the tone of this --- Frieda...yet I had a difficult time reading with the font...I made it through and just adjusted the magnification a bit...I do see the the end caption puts this into over drive:

weeping roses
can't breathe life's blood,
too late for encore's last call
in the final curtain act

well-versed...again I only had to squint a bit to finish...and I already have four eyes...LOL...good day...and happy writing...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Glen Yumang Manese

10 Years Ago

I did that already...may be I need a better eye doctor...hehehe...good to read you...
Nusquam Esse

10 Years Ago

I actually agree with Glen on this one; the font is too hard to read... at least make it slightly l.. read more
MomzillaNC

10 Years Ago

Actually, F, they're not incorrect about the font. I understand your intent to create the visual imp.. read more



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some aches never leave. This is lovely but so sad.

Posted 10 Years Ago


loved the poem, loved the rhyme, very melancholic, just a little advice - increase font size.

Posted 10 Years Ago


what a beautiful, sad tale that is both moving in its meaning and deliverance.. as always you take my breath away... lovely ma'am..

Posted 10 Years Ago


Remains of a once beautiful affair still pulls you into the memory lane. Melancholic but beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow this is a great write! Your style in this was almost hypnotic to me as I read, beautiful flow combined with deep seeded symbols left a smile on my face.. One for my library, for sure :D

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow, this is my first reading in "months" and you still are such an incredible talent. Loved this from the first two lines! Missed you, Frieda. ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Alright, so I pretty much enjoyed every line in this one; it has your usual style, with flowing words and metaphors that coerce the reader into thinking about some small aspect of life in a new way... with enough of these small shifts in perspective, you can shift those greater conceptions. I think my favourite line was "wildflower's soul strewn haphazardly askew", because of the image it gave me in my mind. Thanks for sharing your beautiful and brilliant work as always.

Posted 10 Years Ago


' ..a blue moon's ~ dispirited bloom, awakened in the shadows ~ of .. '

Whatever and wherever you weep your words, they touch mind and heart. You tie them around thoughts then leave their whichever form of succulence for your readers to think about. And the trip of metaphors and convolutions leave us realising that there's always more between the lines - but then, there inevitably is, don't you think. More than..

Posted 10 Years Ago


...make that the far RIGHT side of the page!!!!! [ blame it on the migraine! ]



Posted 10 Years Ago


You could pen the alphabet, and make it extraordinary, Frieda! I love this font - you're right, it does lend a delicacy to your words and presentation. Sometimes, you just gotta go where your heart leads!

Oh, and a "high five" for utilizing the far left side of the page! ; )

Posted 10 Years Ago



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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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