Life on Fire

Life on Fire

A Poem by Frieda P

Life on Fire

...like molten ash, history shapes our directive flow 
awe inspiring beauty within the steaming soot of life
profound, self serving in it's utter relevance
sometimes.....we

cannot deny the existence of hell, living amidst it
yet,
we stand on the sidelines in total stupefaction
at the gravitas and preponderance of this perpetual vortex

© 2013 Frieda P


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Erm... How have I not already read this... Utterly fantastic, there should be MORE... I have a concussion after being hit with your minds thesaurus, and riddled with envy for you creativity.

Excellent'e

Posted 10 Years Ago


Short and true....... I love it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very thought provoking, another favorite of mine. I fully understand this one.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Strong and very beautiful. I love it cause you use expensive words in it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Your metaphors are staggering, as is the image you've presented here. It all feels like a vortex sometimes...and yet that's where the truest art is found. No, we certainly cannot deny its existence, but what greater source of motivation is there?

In the light, you will find the road...

Posted 10 Years Ago


such sharp imagery and oxymoron here...we stand right before it, yet ignore it...or pretend not to understand the gravity of what we do to ourselves.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda, this is beyond thought evoking... you and the pen are a true force.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Can the hell threatened in the afterlife be any worse than the hell experienced by so many here on earth? A strong, striking poem. I miss reading your poetry, Frieda. Are you on vacation or just taking a break? Hope to see you back soon.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I can so relate to this, Sometimes, you don't know if you should stand by, run, or jump in the middle of that existence.

Excellent poem. Trace

Posted 10 Years Ago


aint that the truth. Vortex is such a good word for it Frieda. That constant swirling maelstrom. That inexorable pull.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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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..

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