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

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Frieda, this is a poem in two perspectives. It is a classic piece in terms of structure, imagery, pace, emotion and use of metaphor. But it made me weep knowing it was bourn from your pain. Keep writing it out.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much John, means a lot, I admire your work so. There's no rhyme or reason to my writing, whatever flows is the final result, much appreciated.

[DrD]

The haunting sense of bitterness filtering through these words make it oddly appealing in the way that lava becomes fascinating in spite of its devastation. Some truths can be so dressed in adjectives and remain truths but must it always be? I am left with a myriad of thoughts and feelings from this writing and I need to sort them out. I suspect that you do, too. None of that detracts from the skill and care contained within this work and it demands to be admired. I have done that and applaud its creator even though it may not truly be you.

[quinfinn]

stunning imagery and clever wording make for a marvelous masterpiece of finely honed paintings in the mind. no nonsense here, poet, nicely done!

[KAOlmsted]

Nothing sarcastic or smart-a*s to say here, Frieda...just wanted to let you know I read your piece and reflected on it...and it pains me deeply to know from where these words were born. Keep getting it out of your system. You are among friends here.

-kimmer

[Frieda P]

Thanks kimmer, very much appreciated. x

[David Scott]

I felt this write Frieda! I kept feeling the truth of it with each new line. You drew me along listening to the chains rattle on the hard ground. Then you flung me into the air with the last line like a spewing volcano! A very fine poem in my eyes. Thank you for this read.

[Frieda P]

Wow David, great review, really appreciated, glad it touched you, thanks so much.

[Sami Khalil]

hell on earth abounding twists


once again sins of the father


go unrecognized and unheard


innocence that one bloomed


gardens now wilted with expiration
You always write powerful writes with strong deep feelings and I can totally relate and understand what you or others went through in your family life or life in general. We are humans and we can all relate to each others feelings. I like this poem and especially those lines. Bravo as always . Like the other poetess said It feels like your diary in a poetic form...

[Frieda P]

Thank you for your generous heart and kindness.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Lily Mae]

Your nightmare is my life :/ kind of scary. You read my diary again? ;)

[Frieda P]

I don't even know what to say to that Lily, it wounds me horribly to know that 'you' know. Too many diaries of this type, people need to wake the feck up....thanks hon.

[LA Lorena]

If this be the stuff of nigtmares (and it surely is) then it is best to stay awake and among friends. Let me fetch you a cup of coffee.

This is dark and brooding, my friend. keep purging. There is light there somewhere, trust me.

[Frieda P]

Thanks LA, I think so too, but that bulb burns out quite often. Coffee, yes please!