~soup & salad of the mind

What  saves a poet's sanity

soup and salad of the mind

comforted with scattered warmth

& lines drawn in the sand

are there ever any perfect words

I draw blood from my pen

overflowing vessels of circumspect denial

pondering an accepting benevolent heart

discriminating souls wave a vigilant flag,

poetry a force of conjecture and calculated risk

speaks who and what we are without completion

I lie naked on these shores of cadenc'd bliss

a'waiting a fate worse than creativity's abolition

confirmation comes served in slices of firmament's breath~

exhaling again to capture the essence of vaulted contention

“For last year's words belong to last year's language 

And next year's words await another voice.”  T. S. Eliot

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- 

they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.”  Aldous Huxley

Reviews

[Troy Henson]

I sat pondering for many years what I should do with my words and my writing. My rhymes were for me only. The emotion that spilled from my pen exposed me for who I really was and for many years I wore a mask that said otherwise. I'm happy now I have exposed myself. Are there ever any perfect words we write? No....but isnt that's what great about it. The unknown.

Regards

[Frieda P]

Same here, I only just begun to share my poetry, it has proved cathartic in many cases, thanks for your insightful review Troy.

[magenta24uk]

To take a dip inside your mind must be a world of wonder and colour's unknown. Wonderful abstract meanings with truth ringing out in the words. Excellent again.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind words magenta, jazzed you enjoyed.

[emmajoy]

Your words come from not merely the heart but the mind, yours sharp as a blade, able to lay you open until we can swim in your heart.flow meanings. Words are a knock at the door, a warmth or warning, a love or loathing - depends on the writers' skill and the reader's capability, added of course to the reason and interpretation. As ever you create with amazing skill and serious intention, dear Friend.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Em, yes sharp as a blade some days, other's just a juggling of the mind, thanks for your thoughts always my sweet petulia.

[Lydia Shutter]

We throw our words out on the page and then what? They are judged by those who often have little knowledge of how to judge them. We can be criticized hawk-eyed vigilantes and they can sling arrows at us....arrows that always hit their mark. Perhaps there are no perfect words, but if that be the case, why do we strive to find them? Frieda, perhaps we open ourselves up too much and that is why we "lie naked on these shores of cadenc'd bliss". An anthem for us all to begin the new year, sweet Frieda. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

I'm humbled by your words Lydikey, thanks, muchly appreciated my dear friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

Love that you called me that! :)

[Frieda P]

It's jazzy, just like you. ;-)

[Lydia Shutter]

You are a sweetie!

[Ahena MK]

Beautiful poem... Loved the way you expressed it...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Ahena...

[Dhaye]

The soup and salad of the mind...we prepare them and serve with those ingredients which can be perfect or imperfect reflections of our souls.

Great metaphors!

[Frieda P]

Grazi mille Dhaye!

[Jack...]

Frieda, I love this poem. We either color inside the lines or outside the lines...that is our decision to make. This piece is as if you have invited us inside, for a fleeting but beautiful look at the emotions, the thoughts and the feelings that drive you. There are times when we hold our breath awaiting a certain situation to go away, and then the exhale afterward seems to be worth every moment. Beautiful my friend.

[Frieda P]

Hmmm, mostly outside the lines I'd have to say, we do tend to hold our breath, exhaling saves the day. Thanks muchly my sweet friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You have a way of describing things that is simply unique. This has such descriptive metaphors that the impact of your concept is delivered in a few lines. And yes we writers are a fickle bunch!

[Frieda P]

You humble me my Lord, and yes we are! Thanks John.

[:o]

Yes, we bear our souls and spin the wheel whenever we lay out our words to others. Its a scary feeling and one that can leave us paranoid. There are no perfect words as far as I'm concerned but there are great ideas and even lines that affect others. Personally, I'm scared to death to post again. I will when I'm ready.

[Frieda P]

Just do it Lacey, there are always people that will love or hate it but sharing our words is what it's all about. Thanks for your insightful review my friend.

[Lyn Anderson]

I was waiting for this piece to be finished. Stalking you as it were. Glad I pounced. Such clarity and depth. A great read.

[Frieda P]

Ha, you can stalk my poetry any day KL< thanks!