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.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, I love that song...I can remember listening to it in the car at night on the way home from work. Anyway, aside from that...a sorrowful piece that is emotionally charged and flows like a river; smooth, and constant. Love the imagery and the powerful wording/phrasing that you have used. This was a 'gentle' write in that it did not try too hard to be anything except the brilliance that it was. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Thank you Friday, humbled by your words here, much appreciate the sentiments.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Such sadness enveloped in this poem, but oh how many times I have felt this way.. Crushed to the bone. Love DMB's song, I can hear the inspiration there. This line gave me the chills!

crushing spirit with dark mulberry wine

Whenever I was down I would drink wine.. but do spirits lift the spirit or...?

Lovely write here hun.. still typing so I can listen to all of the song.. lucky you.. lol.

Love that guitar solo! Yes!

[Frieda P]

I think desperation turns us to the magic elixir, when there's nothing else to take the pain away...thanks so much Lori. Yes, that guitar solo still does me in each and every time!

[Ravyne Hawke]

Yes, wine is good for the soul.. and you are most welcomed, Frieda =)

[Angi]

Listening to Dave after reading this...perfect.

[Frieda P]

Woo, the 'P' word, thanks so much Angi!

[Angi]

Hey, I was into the groove. Dave does it to me every time. My pleasure.

[Frieda P]

Now you sound like me... ;-)

[ChemicalMadness]

First of all, that's a great song ;) Second, I like how the smoke wafted its melancholy path through your lines, lending to the illusory path your mind wandered.

CM

[Frieda P]

Still love that song, no matter what, and thanks CM, I was hoping someone would pick up on that! ;-)

[ChemicalMadness]

tongue can be inserted firmly in cheek - even when the cheek is not feeling cheeky :)

[Frieda P]

Is that a cheeky monkey or a cheeky cow? ;-)

[ChemicalMadness]

I don't care, I hope one of 'em brought the fritos!

[Frieda P]

Hahahaaha it's too early for fritos!

[Pól]

this is so atmospheric- I need a knife to cut it. The enormity of the impact on one's emotional state is briliantly portrayed. You should be be well "chuffed"!

[Frieda P]

*smiling* here, I am now after that, thanks so much Paulo, much appreciate your visit and review of this one...

[Pól]

np, Frieda, t'was a pleasure

[Jack...]

You know, the sadness in this piece seems very personal, like that proverbial dark cloud has rested overhead again this night. Once more, your words flow brilliantly and fill my mind with so much emotion, but this day that emotion is perhaps a little bit of sad and a little bit of bewilderment. We have to take what we are given and decide how to use it best. Your piece poses a lot of questions, even though it doesn't come right out and ask them. We don't always have answers to these questions readily at hand, but if we keep our eyes and our minds open, someday we just may find them. very nice my sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

Ah yes Jack, you read me so well...I still love that song though. Sad & bewildered, that's in a nutshell, thanks my friend.