Seasons on Fire

spinning in my head,

 the contention finally purged aside

the winter of my mind 

    is more than a typical reason

these storms desecrate the thoughts of my mind

       the thunderous claps play havoc with a vengeance

struggle to deliberate the existence of acceptance

      sanity swims by in a dark colored suit

a lifeline of sensibilities dive in

    yet the torrential downpour never ceases to exist

seasons come and go but nothing changes

         i thought i'd found a diamond of summer

it was flawed beyond recognition

          it brought me to my knees

i fall to the abyss yet again

         like the autumn of death's door

i sit waiting for consummate spring's perfection

                 a vision that eludes me

should i cut my head off and start again

                  would life be any less convoluted

i contemplate the labyrinth of another's turmoil

    does the chaotic shrill of life's seasons never end?

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

Very thought provoking and a familiar vibe to this write; I felt deep emotion mixed with a blend of resolve in lines like, "...A lifetime of sensibilities dive in..." I enjoy the free flowing style and wisdom found within. While life may not change and storms continue we choose the meaning and impact to our hearts. Well done.

[Frieda P]

I'm so happy you got the gist of this one Veronica, thanks.

[Rhianne Ney]

Great poem, nicely written (: As always, Madam

[Frieda P]

Thank you as always Rhianne :-)

[Rhianne Ney]

(: You're welcome

[Holly Mason]

things never stop seasons never stop
abyss turmoil sadness chaotic shrill all of it can kill a soul
this is written with such deep emotion I had to reread it left me feeling that you are in need
Seasons on Fire-love that title it is a poem within itself
thank you for sharing

[Frieda P]

What a lovely review Holly, thanks so much.

[luviva]

actually it never ends.... answer to the last sentence.
i love the confusion and pain presented in here like you dont really get why life's toils never end, one time you got the diamond the next time it is ripped away. but the thing is it never has to stop but we can control it right.
nice poem it actually got me thinking of life more.

[Frieda P]

I love to hear if it got you thinking, sometimes we have no control unfortunately but we have no choice but to move forward either, thanks luviva.

[Rogue]

I can feel the pain rolling off the words in this one.
For myself, I blame myself.. I have high expectations for myself and a strict set of standards. It seems I require the same in others. When they fail to live up to their end, I find myself incredibly disappointed. I know it is not fair to put such expectations on others. Yet, how much do I keep lowering that bar? I certainly don't want to wake up with a wombat in my bed or snakes at my dinner table. A conundrum.

Truly expressive write here. :)

In other news..
Where did your profile go? It says "closed."

[Frieda P]

Oh geez, were we separated at birth? It's not easy to live up to those expectations, even for ourselves, I hear you Rogue, thanks...

Oh that, had a few things I had to iron out and get my brain in working order before I did something that I'd probably regret, long story. ;-)

[Rogue]

Well, happy to see you returned. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks :-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Isn't life just one huge fur-ball of confusion my Lady. Well described piece with the usual lacing of rich and savoury metaphors

[Frieda P]

So says the elated man in love....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

That is one part of my life I am no longer confused about my Lady

[Frieda P]

Color me confused in all sectors John...

[beautiful dreamer]

nicely done free

[Frieda P]

Thanks Jen.

[beautiful dreamer]

welcome free da dee mwah miss you pretty lady

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

"Seasons come and go, but nothing changes"--isn't this the truth. Time moves despite how we are feeling, thinking, etc. There are days when I wish I could stop the flow of time, turn it backwards even, but, alas, it is not meant to be. Emotionally charged and well written, as always.

[Frieda P]

Oh my, I wished for a time machine more times than I can I recall...thanks for your thoughts here Friday.

[Rita L. Sev]

So much in this one, Frieda. Two thoughts popped to mind while reading your poem - one, a quote from Albert Camus: "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer." Slogging through the pains of life, seeking that 'diamond of summer', it's all within. The other thought came after reading your lines:
should I cut my head off and start again
would life be any less convoluted
I contemplate the labyrinthine of another's turmoil...
The grass is not really greener on the other side... life is a struggle and a search for every person. Excellent, profound poem.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rita, I was thinking of my own 'stuff' and a friend of mine called and told me what was going on in her life at the moment, so yes, it's a bit of all of the above, the grass isn't always greener, sometimes it smells of dog poo, but hardly makes our plight any better, thanks for this lovely review!

[Rita L. Sev]

True that another's struggle does not lessen our own - but there is a perverse comfort in it nonetheless...

[Frieda P]

I think it's the feeling we're not alone in our misery that is somewhat comforting yes...