Featured Writing

The Friedman Press Featured Writing
BOOK:          Channels Of Passage: Parts 1–7
GENRE:        Epic Poetry, Romance, Poetry Series
EXCERPT:    From "Part 7: Blissful Serenade"
A WISH APART

 

“A thought is planted; my trust laid fair.

 Our souls are granted, to each the other’s care.

 My heartbeat is written with words of endurance.

 I find her heart smitten to save up insurance.

 

      Goodnight, dearest to my heart—     

      My dream for two, a wish apart.     

      True may it be, when nighttime starts,     

      You're in my dreams and in my heart.

 

 A prayer is given; my love made clear.

 Our souls are driven, to each what is dear.

 My spell is broken by cries in the night.

 I cherish the token of what was once right.

 

      Goodnight, dearest to my heart—

      My dream for two, a wish apart.

      Though all goes dark, when light departs,

      You're in my dreams and in my heart.

 

 Close your eyes; find whatever is true.

 A fantastic world of dreams awaits you.

 In Castles and Kingdoms, you’ll spend your time here;

 No need to break out—everything is sincere!

 Now picture this, love as real as can be;

 All that you need to set your mind free.

 As dreamers and seekers, we'll find our hearts here;

 Without any doubts—everything is sincere!

 

      The beauty of it sweet,

      The grace of it right,

      Entangled in sweet dreams—

      Goodnight! goodnight!

 

      The moment in a tease,

      To come before the light;

      Whispering sweet dreams—

      Goodnight! goodnight!

 

      Little darling hold true,

      And let the rest become of you . . .” 

 

Copyright © Geddy Friedman

BOOK:          Channels Of Passage: Parts 1–7
GENRE:        Epic Poetry, Romance, Poetry Series
EXCERPT:    From "Part 5: Right To Passage"
TEAR OF THE TROUSSEAU

 

“The Queen of hearts to grace the day?
It seems connection dissipated away.
To find this love, a guiding light,
I weep across the centuries of every night.

The world set before me,
All the limitations that be;
The only way to stay free
Is to leave.

What a lonely place,

And my footprints can trace,  
The storming time without grace
That I grieve.

 
My Maiden Beautiful to transcend in glory?
I’m sensing the drain to sink this story.

To reclaim ideals, a drifting truth,

I weep upon meaning to revive youth.

 

The time that has passed me,
Every tragedy that be;

My shades cannot free
Nor relieve.

 

What a crying place,

And my past can now trace,
Every lost hope without grace
That I heave.

 

I receive the chastisement in silence,
As a tear of the trousseau I hearken.
My teardrops fade into the night

And the deepest of my shades darken.

Still through our separation I feel you near;
Your trust and love embattle fear.

Though away I am sailed to my knightly demise,
I know the truth is behind your eyes.

 

Never before has there been such injustice,
And not ever again will there be . . .”

Copyright © Geddy Friedman