Chlorine Voices

My dreams once vibrant as kaleidoscopic views

thought I knew my way to heaven's gate

chlorine  chimera saturated the devils eyes

bleached the color from my hallucinations

Laid to die in a field, burnt umbrage's past history

shadowed doubts annihilated black & white 

rainbows splintered   under  pressured allusions

trapped in mottled spectrum tween gray voices

Author's Note

Reviews

[annie lee]

This is too sad, Frieda. Your description of broken dreams and the color bleached from the world exactly fits the agony of a broken dream, and not necessarily a romantic one. I took a promotion once because I thought it was a good move for my managerial track, but once I was there, I hated it. And I felt as if some giant hand was squeezing my heart; the sunlight lost brightness, and the music ground to a halt. Well-written.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts here annie lee....

[icelandicblue]

This is a heavy poem. Dashed dreams while all the color has been bled from your world. Your bleak words are quite effective.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Anne, sometimes our dreams just vanquish before our very eyes and we have no control over the situation, I know you know where I'm coming from my friend....

[icelandicblue]

I do, I do...he walks the streets again. I don't want to dream anymore.

[Frieda P]

Sigh, my heart just sank, so sorry................

[icelandicblue]

I am tired of being an emotional hostage. Something has to change and I think it might have to be me.

[Frieda P]

Hope you have better luck with that than me hon, I think I've said it a hundred times...

[Leslie Philibert]

nice tension beween positive and negative imagery

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Leslie.

[wordwarrior]

Oh this is so clever Frieda. The imagery is raw and stark and you give the reader an image of a world that is left with little to celebrate.
Stunning writing! Ahh wish I could write this well!

[Frieda P]

You're too kind wordwarrior, thank you!

[Emerald Seas]

Such a brilliant write, Frieda. It is heavy and full of sorrow that touches me for my own reasons. It will touch each reader for their own sorrows that fly across their mind as they read. You are so talented - open those gorgeous wings and flutter by through the breeze and let the sorrows float away.
Excellent poem!

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind words SIrrah, you humble me my friend...

[Plume de flamme]

A very deep and effective write. As the reader I feel the sharp pain of disappointment and the grey after glow. Finely-done.

[Frieda P]

Always love when the reader 'feels' it Plume, thanks so much.

[Pryde Foltz]

Over the rainbow, indeed. So funny I was working on some similar images but I tossed it aside. Glad. This piece rocks and mine would have, in comparison, seemed bleached out chalk. Lol.

[Frieda P]

Ha I'm sure it would have your unique Pryde twist and be great my friend, thanks muchly....

[TrimarcoRansome]

I am sure we all have times when we feel so claustrophobic that we are being poisoned from the very air we breathe...The more I read of your work, the more I like, well penned beautiful write

[Frieda P]

Wow I'm thrilled Helen, thanks so much my friend.

[Angel]

Sometimes I feel as if I were wandering around in a poisonous fog...it's hard to find the way out, with eyes blinded and lungs burning with grief...

[Frieda P]

Exactly Angel, I know you know what I'm talking about.....

[beautiful dreamer]

i'm so ADD people talking around me all i caught was a couple words i cant focus on it lol. but its always amazing so good job frieda!

[Frieda P]

I don't know how you get such high honors in school, focus Jen focus! ;-P

[beautiful dreamer]

i usually work in silence! lol