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

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha the defiant rant of the wounded lioness who will roar again. Nice and spicy write.

[annie lee]

I read this as a challenge flung defiantly back into the face of a relentless adversary, promising to battle no matter the wounds. The colors painting this battlefield are the hooks that draws the reader in and forces the eyes to sweep the panorama of the ragged results of courageous resistance and inexorable aggression. There is a tragedy here also. Brave folk may fight and even die for ideals they hold sacrosanct, but who really wins a war? Rich men -- rich men on both sides -- while populations suffer and sacrifice, while soldiers are gravely wounded or die, rich men chomp their cigars (a little florid writer's privilege), drink their single malt and count their money. I can see this poem as a window to many battlefields, both fictional and historical. Brava.

[TL Boehm]

grinding up the poor d*mn flutterby - this mortar and pestle is pestilence
a gripping write - wrought with ache and the vivid color of poetic blood. While I am guessing its a bit like a debriding to write this pain - for us it is like stained glass......thick with color and weight....and striking to behold when backlit.

[Rita L. Sev]

The battle goes on - and the strong prevail. And often there are others to help hold up those flawed wings... A poem of amazing imagery and strength.

[Ken Simm.]

Are you sure you are not a painter because you really are a natural colourist?

[Mark]

A cement skin might turn you into a tall tower, but what about your heart? I really like how this written, the imagery is stunning

[SyberRose]

a beautifully penned poem of courage and strength...well crafted as always...Rose

[Ayvid N]

Frieda, this is so exquisitely written, no words. A work of art in expression and a joy to read and read again.

"Merge my ancient foundation
with mortar and pestle
ground this butterfly warrior
together for a design fit for
panoramic perspective"

Seldom is sorrow expressed more beautifully....

[Jack...]

Fighting back is sometimes all we can do for our own piece of mind. Feeling the shadowed blades constantly rip at your flesh, completely out of view of everyone else, is a torment not wished on even our worst enemies. The biggest problem with standing up to shadowed warriors is you often appear in the wrong, for you speak out against nothing in the eyes of the masses. Fight my friend, fight. You deserve your honor. Very nice my amazing friend.

[Sami Khalil]

"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"
A very sad and personal poem full of the reality of past abuses and scars that will be hard to heal and go through life without them. I hope it was easy to heal but we can hope...Well penned as always ...:)