Twist'd Dragon Fire~

Twist'd Dragon Fire~

A Poem by Frieda P

Dragons breathe fire
    within gray matter
igniting an apocalyptica
     of monstrosity's magnitude
drenching beads of sweat'd contrition
       in contaminated danger's rush
radioactive particles fall
    'tween red paint'd eye squints
dulling senses of time's credibility
     woke up in a catacomb'd tomb
breadth'd expanse within rust's
       contaminated bone fragments
eradicated sensibilities acquired taste
    ash dusting over determined intentions
machinations within human's refinery
   twisted queer by burnt orange clockworks
destined to live and die in systematic 
                       abstruse calculations

© 2014 Frieda P


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// woke up in a catacomb'd tomb
breadth'd expanse within rust's
contaminated bone fragments
eradicated sensibilities acquired taste //

Such a deep write Frieda, ooooft! I adore this song, it is one of my favourites of all time. You have me singing and jazzing away to it, aha.

Flip flops & all that jazz! xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha I would have loved to see you jazzing peanut....thanks so much, great song, you have to move when.. read more



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Haha Nope, no influence here Mrs.R ;P I could be blind and still recognize your poetry. I knew I was in for a treat when I read the title, which intrigued me right off the hop. I read this as a struggle between one's good side and bad side, between the left and the right of the mind. But not only does this piece demand multiple readings, it demands multiple interpretations. I thought the burnt orange clockworks was quite witty as well. Love this one :) xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Haha I don't know which I am...I think they work in cahoots against me ;) x
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

HA true that Benji ;-)
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Haha Yep ;)
What I see when I read this is a transparent machine, gears and sprockets fitted together perfectly, moving in syncopated rhythms, poetic hydraulic fluids flowing at a smooth pace. I can hear the hum of the movements as they purr so melodically as I read this. Now, I am not trying to say this is mechanical in any way, it’s just each line works so seamlessly and without effort to produce the end result. A poetic machine. So very cool and wonderful is this poem today.

“radioactive particles fall
'tween my paint'd red eyes
dulling senses of time's credibility”

What can I say, that was out of this world good.

Frieda, my sweet friend, you prove me wrong everyday as I sit here and think she can not possibly outdo herself.


Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Intriguing thoughts here Jack, 'poetic hydraulic fluids' ha....where does one acquire such a thing, .. read more

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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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