translation's extinction in dark wine druthers‏

The fecund years trickled down 

   through dark wine druthers, 

   dithering unto those burnished 

        places of blood's existence,

 waxing on nostalgic moon's surrender

            awaiting sunrises proliferation

  eradicated in waning poetry's 

       poignantly pen'd excised elocution 

  like the demised distinction

of bitter lover's abandoned shadows

              & paper greeting cards,

        the rains metaphorically cried 

            in ecliptic 

apologies

   thirstily pooling  in 

cracks 

             of translation's extinction

Author's Note

Reviews

[redzone]

another poem I missed reading a tear ago.. damn Frieda, I must have been lost somewhere.. ;0) probably lost in those "dark wine's druthers" .. it seems as though it is only in nostalgia that the moon surrenders.. but it is only just an extinction I have found...

love the Stevie Nix song you chose..

redzone

[Sami Khalil]

A bold proclamation of one of my favorite poets on this site and done with sad realization which we all go through in our stages of life. There are really cracks, holes and gaps to plaster and fill. Not surprising you still possess The pen...:)...................

[emmajoy]

No matter which age, we learn a little more about self, how we use past for future use.

Here, so many hints point at dark, misused, abused times.. and the realisation that.. ' .. awaiting sunrises proliferation - eradicated in waning poetry's poignantly pen'd excised elocution.. ' explain something more than meets the eye.

Your style here has me frowning its discipline; your meaning has me wondering; having you near to read means thoughts fly higher again.

[therisa]

Why do I
Want to fill
The airways
With sorrowful sighs
As I read this?

Knowing
There's no going back
To once was.

Only forwards
With a brave face
I hope.

[MomzillaNC]

So many people feel crushed by the years. They try to behave as they imagine their youth once required. The years wend on and often weigh upon us… But, I wouldn't trade now for anything. Older and wiser and better able to choose the happier paths…

[Frieda P]

Maybe if it didn't come with crinkles around the eyes, :) I wouldn't want to go back in retrospect when I think how really stupid I was about certain things but remaining young is something we all aspire to I think, or perhaps just 'young' at heart. Thanks for your thoughts.

[MomzillaNC]

Young at heart, definitely. But, give me a face full of smile lines. You can trust a face with smile lines.

[Frieda P]

I'll give you that...you can have mine too! :)

[MomzillaNC]

:) :)

[Tania]

Beautiful poem :) enjoyed reading this

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your visit and sweet review, muchly appreciated. :)

[Michael G.]

Did you write this poem just so you could play "Landslide?" Or because of it? (He asked with a smile! ;{ ) I've got my mustache on.
Either way, we are lucky to go through the seasons and life's changes, I think. Then we can look back with satisfaction; or, with "crap . . . what was I thinking. Perhaps, we all need a little landslide to bring some things down.

[Frieda P]

Your mustache is slipping but I love those dark glasses :) I wrote the poem and the music was so fitting. Landslide, what could be more perfect, we all need a few. Thanks again Mike.

[Michael G.]

No, thank you! I got to read a great poem - and then got to listen to a great song. Interesting, both were done by favorite people. Have a great week, my friend.

[Mark]

I have been feeling this sort of melancholy the last couple days. I think you captured the essence of it as well as the song does. "Can the child in my heart rise above?" 50 years... and I still don't have the answer. Good work.

[Frieda P]

Sorry you can relate, I guess it comes with age, didn't worry muchly about this stuff at 30...thanks so much Mark.

[Chris]

Good morning Frei...missed you.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Chris, missed you too...buona giornata.