The Freudian Knot

Haven't written in awhile. Came to me in a dream last night. May work on it more later. May make it a song. It feels like one.

 

 

 

The Freudian Knot

 

I was unable

To comprehend

The extent to which

This would end.

Her world

In my world

And the hell

That would transcend.

 

She was a danger

Within her own mind.

I was the doctor

They chose to unwind

Her Freudian Knot,

But at what cost

And what horrors

Would I find?

 

The sessions

Began in earnest

As I delved deep

Within the context

Of her insanity.

Such complexity.

How she put me

To the test.

 

Dementia

Had gripped her early

And she lost

Her hold on reality

From the monsters

Called "father" and "mother"

Who thumped the Book

And her with cruelty.

 

The beatings

Had left her broken

And susceptible

To suggestion.

Demons came calling,

Like moths to her wailing,

Her soul condemned

As they took abode within.

 

My onslaught

Took a heavy toll

But her mind

Would not let go

Of its tragedies

And its calamities

That held reign

And kept her prison closed.

 

So unlike

the great Alexander,

I was unable

To fully render

A final solution.

Only found confusion

As I looked inside

And glimpsed the danger.

 

Those devils

Found within me

My own decline

Toward entropy.

A Freudian slip,

Such a short trip,

And her darkness

I began to see.

 

Madness

Was not my mission,

But Fate

Made its own decision.

Took existence

Within my resistance.

Now I sit chained,

Dwelling in delusion.

 

I was unable

To withstand

The extent to which

This now ends.

Her world

Now my world

Hell waging and raging

Uncontrolled within.

 

Legion

25May09

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Freud dug us deep into the pit of reality. For those that don't believe his psychoanalysis is worth a damn, so be it. He offers much in understanding self-evolution. You do a great job Legion. Survival becomes a daily chore when others from our past invade, intrude and control.

Madness,
Was not my mission,
But fate,
Made its own decision.

I could attempt to decipher this one for hours although the attempt would be fultile as I feel pain and torture. Destiny becomes an ill-fated b*****d. Literally. Yeah. I, too, feel the lyrical tone.

Nicely done.

[...]

... jesus!!! ... with this one poem you've paralleled the genius of F Scott Fitzgerald in "Tender is the Night" ... if he were here ... he'd have been ecstatic ... and if you know the book i'm talkin' about ... you'll know that i'm dead serious ... here's a dedication for you ... it's not a millionth of your poem here ... but it's my ode to it ... inspired right at this moment ...

i am but a whiff
of a bygone era
the hypothetical dream
the quintessential
the anti-thesis
of the thesis

in a raging war
when inner worlds collide
i am the outsider
watching my own life
on the silver screen
of my absent existence

i assess the damage
i pause and i respond
then i forget
or remember my life
at best
like the best
on oscar night

in the sixth shade
of darkness
i grumble and grope
for the shades of grey
for black and white cinema
is no longer in vogue

... hope my ode tells you ... that you have successfully written about the immensely complex with such simplicity and eloquence and earnestness and detailing ... that it is inspiring ... scintillating verse ...

[Ladysue]

This was very powerful writing with insight and so much of life's horrible truths. An excellent composition!

[J.P. Bristow]

I loved this..the idea that when we get involved with someone we truly want to slip into pandoras box.....or find the skeletons within their closet.....once found though we want to repair the damage to heal the wounds but when we cant and they slip further into darkness....there comes that moment when you can only throw out the life preserver to someone only to find out to late they wanted....to drown.

and then the fruedian slip would be the person drowning was you-


great write-

suggestion and take it with a grain of salt--I would change stanza two the line "They chose to unwind" to "That chose to unwind"

[cest la vie]

It makes my day when I come across something truly worthy of reading.
This is one of those days.
Excellent piece, most excellent!!

[BjH]

Well aren't you a smarty pants?
You know? It is so easy to believe all the arse kissing reviews you get on this site, somthimes I fall into thinking that I am good.
But then I read something like this and realise the truth.
Very nice work
Benjamin aka Evyamin

[StrawberryDream]

Ah! This poem is amazing! I ADORED it! Wrapped up nicely.

[Dominic Rosales]

very intriguing
i like the thought that you were creative to bring inthe freudian knot into play, alot of people do not know what it is and the way you used it in this poem gave the exact reasoning behind the use of it
keep it up

[Drachke Thoth]

-As Freudian Slips go my Father took all my freud books which were giving to me by his girlfriend when I went off to college to read for himself -she was also sleeping with my brother who in turn had a relationship with her daughter at the same time Sooo....I guess infact she was trying to help me out..give me a 'heads' up..But its just as well 'cause I never did read Freud and therefore don't know whatever Freudian Whip is-

I like the way he goes down to her after she falls and was going down from him-to bad it doesn't work out. Very Dark Angel in a Fantastic Four, Mary Tyler Moore, Speaking Dictionary Jessica Alba is one helluva Hallibutt way.

-Thoth

[Helen Woodward]

There have been quite a lot of 'Freudian slips' some swear by his methods and some curse him. This piece would be at home in the 'Horror' genre, it has such depth of cruelty that is not fantasy. Sometimes life itself is worse than anything we can conjure up in our writers mind. A very sad indictment of life today for many children. God almighty, when will it stop? When will people understand that children are a gift and treat them as such.
Thanks for bringing awareness, I love that, as it may stop even one person in their tracks :-(
As always, no grammar issues...a smooth flowing piece of wisdom...KUDOS and loud applause from me.

Helen...

[Nick Granger]

I hear Legion in this poem. I think this is a knot that we all share to varying degrees of awareness and intensity. There are many tools and weapons that men and women have designed in order to work within the gravity of darkness and despair. I think language is the most awesome double edged blade that we have forged.

This form is very neat. Ten stanzas of eight lines---A kingdom of quicksilver.