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.

[carol burgess romance]

filled with sadness..well written and a good read

[Frieda P]

Thanks carol.

[iLaG]

I like the piece it does what it was meant too. But I especially appreciate the form that its written in. I feel like it adds a certain mystique to the words.

[Frieda P]

So glad you enjoyed it, thank you.

[Astro]

Very nice Frieda, that last line, 'dusky ink remains of posy' says so much. I also liked the 'sweetness turned bitter' reference of serenades on vinyl skipping. You have such a way with words. 'Just breathe'

[Frieda P]

As do you, thank you kindly Astro.

[Astro]

De rien ma petite, avec plaisir.

[Frieda P]

Oh la la I'm going to be speaking French soon.

[Astro]

Let me know when you get to lesson 7. 'The French Kiss' ;)

[Frieda P]

Lol will do.... ;-)

[SoulSplatter]

Beautiful imagery! My gosh! It makes me think of the things that I wonder about late at night when the world is quiet and there is nothing to do BUT think. It gives me the feeling of being high and the visuals just make your words dance. A very hauntingly beautiful piece. Well done!

[Frieda P]

Much appreciate your thoughts here, thrilled you liked it.

[Kristin Lee]

The sadness in this piece is sensational. It almost seems inappropriate to say that, but it's true. It's so acute, so aptly stated - crushing - that it breaks the heart. Excellent write up. This is one of my favorites that I've read in a while.

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks so much Kristin, really appreciate it....

[rhythm&blues]

I can relate to this one, beautifully written.

[Frieda P]

Thank you R&B

[Pete Langley]

A bit like a coatstand, we hang our melancholy on music and poetry to create something melodic and beautiful to at least cloak the hurt. You do it so well, sweetness. P.

[Frieda P]

Apt way to put it Pete, thanks so much love.

[khalid]

this is really smart piece. it tastes like sweet and sour food...reading this, i felt i was on the top of the ladder but then the ladder slipt finding myself on the floor..

[Frieda P]

Interesting khalid, sweet & sour, glad you took it there.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a sad, dark, but beautiful song this poem is...

you write emotion that just slaps us in the face and then rests in our heart.

[Frieda P]

Love this review jacob, thanks so much.

[Rita L. Sev]

"Playing sad songs to stir the pot..." Why do we torture our own soul with song and memory? I can feel sorrow and regret coming from the page. Great write, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Good question Rita, no good answers, thanks so much Rita.