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.

[Cherrie Palmer]

those memories that shadow our past and fill us with loss love and you have penned it well with a old 45 playing in the background

[Frieda P]

Thanks for the visit, I like that idea of an old 45 playing in the background...

[Cherrie Palmer]

I loved the simple yet stressful picture you picked for your poem

[TL Boehm]

I actually remember doing some of this. Especially immersing myself in certain music when I was already miserable. This was a resonant, lonely piece. Well done.

[Frieda P]

I keep dredging up your old memories, I often wonder why we do that to ourselves, I think it's to play threw that pain and get it purged rather than let it linger, thanks TL.

[TL Boehm]

possibly :) As long as you don't dredge up any of the bodies I've dumped its all good! (winks)

[Frieda P]

Ha...I'll stay away from those sites, cement shoes??

[TL Boehm]

coffin nails. Battery acid. Toxic spit.

[Frieda P]

Ha same recipe I see....

[KeeD]

Dave Matthews band is amazing, and so is this poem.. wow what your mind can accomplish just by listening to something.. you can just unleash your emotions on paper and make us all feel every moment with you like we've been stuck in these caged cells for eternity.. you also place us with a key to set us free. Crazy how you make it all alright.

[Frieda P]

*smiling* You make my morning all alright with your gracious reviews my friend.

[Barbara Walker]

Why is it that our minds go where our spirits will be the saddest? Unresolved issues? Regret? Masochist? Wishing for a do over? When mind does this to spirit, all one can do is put pen to paper in an attempt to release the emotions. You've done an excellent job of that!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Barbara, yes releasing those demons can prove cathartic at times.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I know there are certain things that I don't do or songs I don't listen too cause they remind me of my ex-wife...
another emotionally well written piece.

[Frieda P]

I must be a masochist so, I do still love some of the music, can't let it go...thanks Dale.

[lee von cleef]

a roll of desolation,one behind the ear, one defying gravity hanging by air ,accentuating a glaze of anticipation across your lips, a haze, a chamois beaded triangle,dual points free all there own, lust lungs burn crush me .... beat back the bellow of want... Beat back the need crush ...me.....

[Frieda P]

More or less how it feels, thanks lee, always nice to see you on my page...

[lee von cleef]

you too...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Dark and melancholy but as always so well penned in metaphors of hurt and black wine.

[Frieda P]

Thanks John, ha, yes black wine will do it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

No you need a nice bubbly glass or twenty of champagne!

[Frieda P]

Lol, can I add OJ, it is only 7 AM here?!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Lightweight!

[Frieda P]

Ha John, just caught this, you want me to really blab my mouth?!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

you need help to do that lol!

[Baby Ricochet]

Kinda sad and melancholy. Great job

[Frieda P]

Kinda yep...thanks Mark.

[Androglossia]

There are those moments when we are revisited by random feelings that make no sense and yet we live by the moment to satisfy what we feel or what feels good at that very moment, not willing to think of how it will affect us in the future or what it has lead to in the past. There is a nostalgic sadness on this write that made me think.

[Frieda P]

Try not to ignore those feelings otherwise they just loom larger for me, thanks Maryanne.