*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
The debunking of myths we would like to believe exposes the psyche to distasteful truths. It is, of course, better to accept life for what it is....warts and all. Still, there is something to be said for rose colored glasses. They can make life a little more palatable, can they not? Your vocabulary in this cynical view of life is stellar, Frieda. I so enjoyed the ranting of it. "pseudo fairy tales" might give one indigestion at some point, but believing there is a Fairy Godmother and a Prince Charming, well, my view is, why not? One of your best, Frieda. Lydi**
I feel like the narrator is warning us from fairytales and live in the reality of things and situations even if they are hard and harsh. I can feel that the narrator is a realist and talking from great experiences in life. A good advice from the narrator is to take the median line ...Bravo
This one was painful, don't we all hide behind a fairy tale at times? Well let's just say, "blend in" at times. I know my mind often wanders into these fairy tale settings, but still I always realize that it is a crowded city street on which I walk and not a field of perfect pink posies. This smacks hard my sweet friend...still wielding that 2x4 I see.
very welldone and as always.. a nice message for all of us your readers.
u know its a wake up call 4 those who think life is a bed of roses nt knowing that the roses in their beds do have thorns...
great write continue insipiring
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..