Sands of Time

drivel in the aftermath of nightmares and flashbacks

Havoc of stemming entangles rush towards light sans satiate   blooms curdle like poppy's effect  aborted growth stunts analysis  tyranny of connective ancestry  mountains high with foul soot  prominent figures lack dignity  mysteries of the pater illusive  buried amongst the ruins  unsifted elements conditioned  endure and persist; no cure  history's repeated quagmire responses deafening yet unheeded  hell on earth abounding twists  once again sins of the father  go unrecognized and unheard  innocence that one bloomed  gardens now wilted with expiration  predation looms moreover  afterlife remains speculative  seeds of doubt trigger imagery planted and sowed so meticulously  new growth stunted; roots decay   left to be sowed and transplanted  the earth purges vehemently

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I don't know what happened. I started to read your poem, and then a lot of "tough" memories of friends I knew when they were little, came shooting back to me. I really want to see what other people wrote here, but I don't want to, either. A girl I knew, when I was about 8, HAD to hide from her dad because of things she had to do for him... and sometimes in front of his friends!! She hid in the basement, I think for days until she came out, and your poem has..... this poem was so professionally written with care to emotions and perspective that it does not compete with that of fiction. I only know these words from the very sources that still have their faces inside my head.... before they died. *Hug* I hope we are not "convenient" friends on here, but stay in contact on here for the longest while. I respect all your writing and it is a sweet release to enjoy and relax to all of it..... even when a shadow covers those parts of our pasts that rent only unanswered questions for the monsters of our time...... One poem and soooo many things come back!! I feel like I was such a bad friend by not being strong enough to help my friends, being one myself in those ages. xoxo -Your Mark

[Frieda P]

Not sure how I missed this one, but I miss you my dear friend. x

[Patrick Henry]

As is I. .....as is I, Frieda!! Not sure how you were blocked or even the many others, either. lol I must have been a bit too "block-happy" when I was ready to quit this site. I was pissed when Avy left. F'n bummed me out. Such affairs of silly consequences that consider the application of drama and typical immature reasoning by a few, have certainly affected certain things in the past. Not so much... anymore. : ) It was really nice to see that you have not erased any of my comments thus far. "Sands of Time" says it splendidly!! There are a few on this site I miss.... splendidly, and that is a burden on the brain of an awkward and unsatisfied degree, Frieda. : ) ....I missed you, too. xoxo -Mark

[Frieda P]

Wow, is it really you?? I've missed you and your poetry so. Don't think anythings changed around here, still melodrama and silly's going on, just put on your big boy pants and stay a while, will ya? My heart is smiling....! xo :-)

[Patrick Henry]

Big boy pants.... check!! lol I forgot to sleep last night and was about to get off in about 5 minutes. Some timing, huh?! ; ) It's really me. remember my poems where the links at the end go to me reading them? Check some out when you are on YouTube, Frieda.... I have some screwed up poetry that I posted. xox -Mark

[Frieda P]

Ha I always 'forget' to sleep, what's with the name by the way? Will do, need some caffeine in my system and will be on it, so jazzed you're back! xo

[Patrick Henry]

Monster is the weird mood of always wondering if this "poetry" writing was ever a good idea. I have made some amazing friends that would have never been seen if I didn't upload poetry, including OLD friends that I haven't seen or heard from in over ten years, a few on another site, and people like you, Aurora, and Sye that I miss. My poems got a little more cryptic and dark in spots, but ....it's still me. lol xoxo -Mark

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those who cause these nightmares should be....well...the punishment should fit the crime...and we can only hope the nightmares will eventually fade as much as possible..they will never go away altogether.

a moving write, Frieda.

jacob

[luviva]

"seeds of doubt trigger imagery planted and sowed so meticulously"
those words are so true and what you held in that my friend are the darkest truths of living in such a life of uncertainity. they are there but we dont want to know... but still they are there. thanxx for this share such educative and lighting

[Frieda P]

Darkest truths are always the most evil of all, thanks for reading luviva and your insightful review, much appreciated.

[luviva]

welcome ma dear you know u r worth the reviews, yo writes are just gripping and whoopliciously good

[Emily]

I love the abruptness of the piece. Each line is it's own thought, but they are all connected in bitterness. I'm sorry for whatever caused you so much pain. Your expression of it it extreamly powerful- lightly criptic and heavily poignant. You said in the description that this was written after a nightmare. I can feel the disjointedness that feels like after you just wake up and are still trying to brush off the cobwebs of the dark and get a grip back on reality. Thanks for sharing!

[Frieda P]

What an enthralling review, I nearly forgot about this nightmare. Thanks so much Emily for your insightful and elating response.

[Tarry Franck]

Brilliant piece

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tarry, sorry for last response, I must have missed this.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This feels like spitting, swirling almost frantic thoughts, like a father's sins and a poisoned family tree. Great combining of words. The staccato voice adds to the biting tone, the bitter taste it leaves, the regret and pain. They act almost as weapons, stabbing at the truth. I have a poem with the same name that is nothing like this, so that was fun. You are very good with words.

[Frieda P]

You nailed it, most times I feel I'm so cryptic or out there with my thoughts that no one will get it, nice to be understood. ;-) Thanks so much.

[Kristina Moulaison]

I don't think it matters if people understand. I'm almost always cryptic and it probably irritates people, but I think poetry is meant to express emotion, so when it is felt by the reader it can mean anything they want it to mean. It's about conveying that emotion to me. If someone feels it, that's all that matters.

[kublakhan27]

This is an incredible piece, poetically and intensively speaking...I'm still working through your catalogue but this has to be one of your best. Awesome job.

[Dayran]

When a tree is chopped down while in its growth, a person will find mushrooms growing on the stump. I took a sample one time and examined it closely to find that the mushroom is fan shaped, light brown in color, consists of rings and contained curios bulges where it connected to the tree.

In my own pursuit of self understanding from my past, I viewed the mushroom as the remains of the tree trying to find the reasons for being suddenly cut down in life. And then something strange happened. In the dim light of my room, the bulges appeared like so many people lying and standing in many positions in a way associated with the inquiries of the mushroom.

I learnt one thing from it ... I wasn't alone, that all life goes through something similar. However, I realized that all its inquiries was not going to make the tree grow back again. A few months later, when I walked past the stump again, the owner of the property had dug it out by the roots. I felt curiosly settled and applied myself to new possibilities.

[InsanityWriter]

Very thought-provoking poem. :) Excellent job here. (:

[ms. barrie]

exquisitely haunting, this poem is simply spellbinding. wonderfully penned :)