Fractured Flutterby

An old battle cry...

Fractured, shattered 

              beyond recognition 

 this flutterby soul

  a fragmented disaster

             heart split of carnage, 

             mind in shambled pieces

                 puzzles of discontentment

          & disorder,

   disarray of life's abundant

                clear view

    Skies turned colorless chalk

                and dank umber 

Indigo ink blots

 and skywriting in crimson

stained this soul of

                 disgruntled umbrage

    & concrete fusions 

                   entirely of dim illusions

Merge my ancient foundation

                 with mortar and pestle

ground this butterfly warrior

                together for a design fit for

panoramic perspective

                          of vista's convictions,

     the jagged horizon

                   of my tepid bird's eye vision

    has been heltered shelterd 

you have tarnished my spirit

raped my soul,

 compromised, broken,

               crippled & depraved in your sake

my wings may be tattered and flawed

     I'll still fight this battle valiantly each day

                 you've not the best of me yet

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

We all miss you Frieda. Please come back

[Kristin Lee]

No, they've not the best of you :) I love how this one follows the way the world tears one down. And despite it all that person fights. Beautiful. Perfect battle cry.

[Acucena G.]

Its beautiful, strong touching and perfect. well done

[NA]

Powerfully profound, superbly penned...love it :) x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is very strong, Frieda...i agree with kublakan..

so beaten down, like a boxer who has hit the canvas several times, but hangs in there, keeps getting up and then surprises the other in the 15th with a knockout.

this poem is a knockout of stark images.

[kublakhan27]

Unbelievable, probably your best in a while...libraried :)

[Foxemerald]

I think we may say our blessings upon a courageous little heart here. I think we may also say something about the vivacity, color, and life that carries an excellent cadence in this. It sing to us bright visions that are written with a dizzying, tintillating sweetness. Additionally, it shows justice to the spirit of not only poetry, but of the careful delicacy of a poem's exquisite ability to offer the reader charm, a vixon's valiant, witty prowess, and surprising heart! An excellent write, my friend ~

[Astro]

In life we resist as best we can oblivion but have to succumb to anguish along the way until we reach our breaking point. This oozes anguish and cries resistance Frieda.

[DCT ponderings]

Heart wrenching render of a warrior spirit to me. Great Poem.

The butterfly must fight its way out of the cocoon. Break its way into the light, come to find its own strength or it will never be able to fly.The Kabbalah states that not only can man transform, but he must in order to fulfill the purpose of creation. This cries the metamorphosis to me.

[Tai Ryens]

It sounds like the battle plan of a strategist that has long since fallen in requited love with his enemy.. I'm not sure why, but I've the feeling that the protagonist of the poem isn't fighting his hardest.