Pink Posies on Unicorn Wings

*You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever*

You want to read little pristine pretty posies not get involved betwixt & ignore the thorns of life whatcha gonna do when your scratch becomes infected hiding in the bushes of denial will get you hives of the contradicting type, bucking like a bronco amidst the flowery storm clouds of refusal riding through wild fields of four leaf clovers on unicorns wings of phantasmal puff'd perfectly pink skies pseudo fairy tales conjured up in the mind never to cross the median line of reality's mock deception swallow the chimerical pill of inauthentic utopia just be sure your mythical allegory never plays havoc in your secret garden of rainbow streaming sublimity, the fall is greater from the zenith of repudiation

Author's Note

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

If denial is a Unicorn sliding down a rainbow reality is a wolverine chewing on your a*s.

[Rita L. Sev]

Ignoring the thorns only gets you tangled up in them more, and living in pseudo-fairy tales makes you miss the bliss - and wisdom - of reality. Outstanding piece, Frieda.

[Strider Marcus Jones]

Excellent exploration of your theme. Dig the language and style. Some lovely phrases in powerful images. 100/100

[Pryde Foltz]

Yep...you must accept the ironies and do something about them when you can. Honour and create beauty, but protect it too. Great write, Frieda.

[Diana]

Denial brings pain,too. There is no fairy tale...

[AYVID N]

Denial is the perfect anesthesia. Well, it won't be long before life catches up with them. Meanwhile, you have all my admiration for penning such wonderful poetry! It hits at the right spots, yet delivers the punch artistically and beautifully. Thanks for sharing Frieda! You have another winner!

[s y e]

Believe me, If I could live in a fairytale forever I would. This is a relatable poem to many of us here on the cafe.

A mind blowing write.

[Cassie]

Wow!!!!! This is the best poem I have read all day, Thank you for sharing such a lovely write

[Dr. Wood ?]

Now you have me scared....I am NOT coming out to play....Terrific poem Frieda...I mean, your majesty

[Mark]

We create what we experience to some extent. And some people believe strongly enough others play along.