Dance With The Devil

           Why does the purple sky

           arouse me to

           wantonly dance with the devil

           maybe the majestic colors 

           perhaps 

           the sky's glowing embers

           amethyst burns me 

           drenched in a sultry scarlet dipped

            tonic of intoxicating fine wine 

                                          soaking up Sugarplums 

magpies swing on my heart

their lush warble 

entices a pulsating 

horizontal mambo

trip the light fandango

glide into the blue moon

 assaulting

a purple sky with mystic baubles

spins my head

 to magical nights

strumming wicked

  plucking at my

 heart beats

catapulted my senses

 senseless

blazing purple rain

 soothes my soul

its hypnotic allure

enraptures, entrances

 seduces me

why do shimmering

purple skies

 titillate me...?

burgeoning me

 over the blue moon

mesmerized in lipid pools

of your dark soul

i open my eyes 

and all I taste 

is essence

of you

Reviews

[critic h]

another enthralling piece of cake. As and always. amethyst skies, dancing devil and magpies invite me a dance with the exhausted rubish devil. may the words rise that i may have them. your poems have been embalming the true sense of poetry and i am not buttering. we dont see really good poems these days.

[Frieda P]

Wow, I don't know how I missed this review, thanks so much...this has made my day critic h!

[Michael G.]

"Blazing Purple Rain" started the music by Prince. It fit the sensuous tone you set for our imagination to follow. This is a very strong poem, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Great one, why didn't I think of that, should have been included here eh? Thanks so much, glad you enjoyed it Michael.

[AYVID N]

I agree with Relics about your vivid imagination and when you think of a scene you really get transported there dwelling on the intricate embroidery that your mind spins...
The poem to me felt a like purple pleasure alluring all my senses. This is a poem I would read pampering myself after some victory and chilling out with a glass of potent red something.

[Frieda P]

'purple pleasure' like that! I didn't recognize you without your signature glasses my friend! Thanks so much....I'll share with you that glass of 'potent red something' as well.........

[AYVID N]

:)))) that's me !
You are welcome!

[kublakhan27]

I absolutely adore this...it has a mythic grandeur about it, and again we're going dancing...that for me is your trademark image, you use it in many ways and I usually find myself seduced at the end of every song...were this piece to be recited in public, it would have to be through a woman's voice though...I would love to have this read to me before bed...maybe not before sleeping but before bed...Gorgeous piece though Frieda...splendid :)

[Distant horizons]

So many thoughts and desires from a single colour in the sky, beautifully expressed here. Amazing how the sight of something beautiful can play with the mind, heart and soul, bringing us all the flavours you tasted on seeing it. Excellently done Frieda

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Anything that feels too good are suppose to be unspeakable... some very cool imagery you bring to life here, it is like a psychedelic trip through the land of Oz.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Lovely! Full of imagination and creativity that is you.

[Frieda P]

Means a lot Neva, thanks so much....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jeese he must have been good! This is great as always! Just wish I had the time to dedicate to writing.

[Frieda P]

Thanks John, now stop jabbing me with your pen ;-P

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Not jabbing you with my pen!

[Frieda P]

That's the 3rd time you said that! ;-P

[John Alexander McFadyen]

but you have so much time. You must server up an average of five poems a day!

[Frieda P]

haha, just like a poet, you embellish!! I hide in my office most days...it's a lovely place to think and write if you can block out the 90 kiddos below! ;-)

[Kaylor Mason]

This is so cool . . . I hope the Devil doesn't miss a step

[Frieda P]

One never knows, that could be part due

[David Scott]

I can hear the fiddle play...
Are these in archives or do you write all day? What an imaginative mind you present!
A call to dance that begs one to pause...

[Frieda P]

Ahh the archived one's are deep and too dark, it's my therapy, if I don't write, I'll go off the deep end, you know how that goes. Thanks...

[David Scott]

Oh I've been treading water for a while! Ha. Hears to grabbing floaties!

[Frieda P]

Do floaties help when you're on a high tower dangling your feet over the edge? ;-P

[David Scott]

Not that much... I suggest developing a fear of heights. Then you will never climb up there... ;-)
I do hope you are well dear. You are, according to your writes, a remarkable person! Those lovely kids must love you soooo much!

[Annabelle Lee]

ahhhhh, wonderful!!!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Annabelle Lee!