Seasons on Fire

Seasons on Fire

A Poem by Frieda P

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?

© 2013 Frieda P


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So, I probably have this all wrong but I'll embarrass myself anyway! ;-P

This is a really strong write, it is powerful and really well written. There is so many powerful lines and vivid images. The way you have written this is full of pain. You write the knowing of pain. Obviously, we get on with our lives and get through the bad times although sometimes we just want to bury our head in a hole and die.

"i sit waiting for the perfection of consummate spring"

Loved this line, it was powerful.... for me! x

100/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

*rolling my eyes*
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Sorry sweetie...life's chaos goes on. Some of it good....some bad...some to horrific to bear. Yet the world turns and the seasons change without stopping. Thus we may physically be in spring time while experiencing a winter of discontent.;-/

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

*Sigh* so true...I can tell you're not feeling 100% today Red, hope you get back to your old obnoxio.. read more
redflutterby

11 Years Ago

Yeah this bug I'm fighting is making it hard to blow sunshine and rainbows up anyone's arse today..... read more
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Lol...I hate unicorns up my ars anyway, no worries ;-)
I have to laugh! "the contention finally purged aside"
Why do we thrive on our inner "turmoil"? We do. I know I do at least.
I was talking with a friend and he asked me if I thought he should just "let it go". He is dealing with big bad stuff like most of us.
My advice was no. Just look at "it" until you know what "it" menas to you. Then give yourself permission to go on living with "it" in the room or wherever "it" needs to be.

Letting go does not make the fire stop burning. The flame is under the skin. The scar is forever. The "labyrinth" is unending. Yet there aer places in this "labyrinth" worth seeing; worth being; worth knowing.

You pen the knowing of the pain. We know what the monster in the dark is. It shall burn again and again, but never will we think to lie down and die in the corner where it lives...
You did warn me this morning... I should have known... Ha.
Loved this Frieda!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Yes...
You have the imperfect love of all your friends here and IRL (if this is not), to combi.. read more
 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Sure wish I could spell... duh...
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

The spelling Nazi isn't here, love the sentiment! ;-) x
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People come and people go, leaving us the debris of their existence and in the end, we call it all experience. Well done, my friend. Good to be reading you again.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Nice to see you again Doc, missed you something fierce...thanks for the read.
Life, at times, does seem to drone on. I remember a line from Cheers when someone asked Norm how life was going and the said, "taking way too long." It can be like that at times,especially those dark times that life hands us to us. We are drawn to the sparkle:

i thought i'd found a diamond of summer
it was flawed beyond recognition
it brought me to my knees

but it is often not as it seems. It's the quiet in between, the quiet of introspection and contemplation where we can indeed cut off our heads and grow anew. Your poem speaks to me.

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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks blue, I suppose it speaks to a lot of people, we would trade our woes in for someone else's u.. read more
Within the earth you will find that life is ever growing, the seasons, which do change, leave an indelible mark on us. Often the thought of a new start spring to mind, though what is not new about each day. Mundane, a word that is used freely, but not out of necessity, out of desperate hope. Change is dramatic and often good for the soul, but...the soul still remains the same. Frieda, your words are deep, I do my best to read and understand, at times I am correct and at times not even close. Often I just "wing it". My response to this, besides another amazing write is smile.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Where do I find this 'mundane' you speak of Jack...I could use a few shots of it right about now. T.. read more

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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