Beneath this dark...soft, silent sky (For Frieda...awaiting your smile)

 

 

Beneath this dark…soft, silent sky

(For Frieda…awaiting your smile)

 

 

 

 

Beneath this dark…soft silent sky

where starlight teardrops weep

in moon glow feathered sonnets…

my heart seeks

~ 

Clinging to every hope,

laced of tiny woven dreams

now filtered through weary eyes

and worried sighs

 ~

Collecting each moment shared

within my weathered hands…mixed

with essence of posy and

butterfly song

 ~

Woven together in melodic patterns,

colorful arcs on golden horizons

bidding me a good evening while

riding in on the sweetest of mystic zephyrs…

 ~

as another tear paints my cheek

in transparent worry

and desperate longing for that day

when your smile reappears

 ~

For here sits my whispered wishes,

behind tufted clouds of life,

touching me with poetic joy,

allowing me to breathe freely

 ~

Beneath this dark…soft silent sky

where starlight teardrops weep

in moon glow feathered sonnets…

I shall wait…for your smile

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Frieda P]

OMG how did i miss this one Jack....geez, I'm speechless, and so honored, not to mention a little misty eye'd. Thanks so much my dearest friend. *Smiling* :-)

[Jack...]

It is I who thanks you my beautiful friend. Your smile was absolutely worth waiting for.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

I wholeheartedly agree with Girl Friday. This was a stunning piece, carefully crafted and second to none with its beauty. Pen on!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. This one was important to me.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A beautiful ode...the use of language was unmatched, and I feel the emotion flowing freely as water from a spring of the spirit. Nothing else need be said...

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend.

[Chris]

This one says so much and on so many levels. Was a privilege to read this.

[Jack...]

Thanks Chris. Happy you enjoyed this one.

[rhythm&blues]

Bittersweet and written with such passion.

[Jack...]

Thank you for your knidness

[Cryingkate]

Yeah I'm peeking in the room Jack.,
But I'm still getting things done on the Battlefield
and doing it with a smile :-)
What A beautiful Poem

Amazing what is born from shattered pieces ! From Shattered Pieces to Beacon of Light !

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautiful sentiment in a wonderfully crafted poem and a worthy tribute to our dear Frieda Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much John. Happy you stopped by.

[Mark]

Very nice poem for Freida. Where has she been? Hope she is well.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Mark. She is taking a break, I'm just letting her know she is not forgotten.

[Ruth]

And that is all sometimes...if someone is willing to wait for that smile...it speaks volumes, beautiful Jack! x

[Jack...]

Thanks so much sweet Poppy

[Ruth]

Most welcome hon x

[David Scott]

Ah... Yes, Frieda brings the "mystic zephyrs".
I know the kindness of her friendship and the passion of her emotions in her poetry and conversations. You have given her a fine welcome home mat for the day she returns.
For you Jack, I know you are a sensitive soul as well and you miss your friend with sincerity. I can say from experience, leaving the muse shut away can be healing at times as well. I like to think she is thriving and growing in her professional and person life as she breaths in the space away from the madness and bliss of poetic pressures.
Yes, she is the "essence of posy and butterfly song".

[Jack...]

Thanks so much David for visiting my page today.