Crushing Reminder

'Sitting, smoking, feeling high',

  reminders of an old tune once a serenade 

 pensive, remote,  distant

     thinking where to store emotions

              that make no sense

driving myself crazy,

       crushing spirit with dark mulberry wine

moments of silence

         a reigning shrill blast of insanity

playing sad songs to stir the pot,

           sweetness turned bitter         'am I dreaming?'

                  broken records that skip a beat

                           strumming strands of sadness

not enough strength to stand or cry,

                   just breath enough to inhale

smoky scenarios lingering in my head

               that exhale dusky ink remains of a posy

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Your words make me think of the whole music biz, of how music is so fickle and fleeting, of how vulnerable musicians are, seldom knowing how they are doing .. and of how they trade in emotions. I am not sure I cld ever be like that because those emotions .. In a way songs are absolute nothings, yet they come to mean so much to us. Sometimes it is hard to live with them because they may upset us .. and even when we listen to them happily they remind us of our lost youth. Yet it is impossible to imagine life without them. You made me think and feel, not for the first time!

[Frieda P]

If it made you 'feel' that's more than I could ever hope for...thanks Orlando,much appreciate your thoughts here.

[InsanityWriter]

Wow. This poem conveys so much... Excellent piece. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Skittles, glad you enjoyed it :-)

[Tate Morgan]

This one is of a painful feeling. Broken records that skip a beat reminds me of the days gone by . I have felt that way before and understand it well. Smoking helps the mind focus and relax. Enhancing the calm that we could use a bit of. The realities of our lives are always overwhelming. Its summer again and a week at the beach would help us all to feel the child again. i am a child at heart and will try my best to never let go that spirit. I wish the body were as supple as the mind in that regard. Oh what Id give to have the youth back that so easily threw off the slings and arrows of the mind.It was yesterday i remember i was 20 thinking these old crows dont understand a damn thing. Now a day later at 54 I am surprised how much they have learned lol

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tate, much appreciate all your thoughts here.

[Deuces]

I loved this piece. I related, as I have quite a few of these "smoky" moments. Those moments with yourself in which your thoughts battle themselves and roam free through your brain. These pauses are necessary in life... these pensive breaks from life.

Especially related to: thinking where to store emotions
that make no sense

Always a pleasure.

[Frieda P]

Always a pleasure to have you read me, those 'smoky' moments always linger, don't they?

[Rhea752]

So touching, personal, and full of sweet sadness. This was heartfelt and beautiful. Amazing. I simply worship you now. Please, keep writing.

[Frieda P]

Wow Rhea, you made my night with that, perhaps my week, thanks so much.

[Tai Ryens]

Inhaling the sweet aroma of an addiction, whether it be a person or a drug. Such morosely enticing prose.~

[Frieda P]

'Morosely enticing' I love that, thanks Tai.

[john alan willox]

strumming strands of sadness - yes why do we play sad songs when we are down - very heartfelt images - very well spoken - thanks.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your visit and review john.

[Muse]

God I love your art. You are not afraid to say what you are...or how you feel. Every word you pen strings and hums along together like a beautiful ballet. Anything really can be a crushing reminding of a familiar pain...a sting...these reminders can be like salt on an old wound that we thought was long forgotten.

[Frieda P]

And I love your review Cobra, can't be anyone but who I am, might as well put it all out there right? Thanks and you should talk, I know your stuff comes right from the soul.

[annie lee]

This is like stream of consciousness sorrow, but perhaps a consciousness that is altered by wine or something else. The descriptions are evocative and borne of a tragedy I cannot begin to imagine.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your glowing review.

[Caroline Hadley]

This reminds me of the song "The End" by Sybille Baier. I love the line-breaks and the language; truly stunning. I know this feeling, and this poem makes me want to smoke and drink and listen to scratched records, because there is a sweetness to that kind of sadness.

[Frieda P]

Love your thoughts here and the fact that you 'felt' it, can't ask for much more than that, thanks so much Caroline.

[Entropy of the mind]

God.. that was so beautiful. It struck a chord in me for sure.
I loved the wording and the breaking up of the words, it fit perfectly with the flow of the poem.
It really captures the emotions that run deep, truly gorgeous.

[Frieda P]

Much appreciate this outstanding review, thanks so much Raven.