~ suspended ~

You breathe out discomfort,

               evoke me from my slumber

pretense of symbolic naiveté,

               listless  in artlessness 

    I  succumb in metaphors

          of lucidity's aesthetic

        mine own inanity bore itself 

                 Redundant metamorphosis

  enchantment of

                old man winter's claw

tucked away smugly

    warped in fusion'd lithium's disorder

rhapsodic inception cease

 to venture in light's flight

I inhaled the deathly elixir

                it seared my soul's tempo

      above perpetual weeping sleep's

 death grip  criticism of

      earthly beings within prose

                      Implied ecstasy & rapture

your means of torture

 held at bay feigning  freedom,

     locked away where love and bliss

                         do not dare not render in verbosity,

          neatly tucked in contrition's

                 cloud'd apparitions

Your irreverence roused

  inert savages,

cavorting demons

                    that dance of spirit expired,

    moonbeams extinquish'd

      in your plight

                naked wantonness amidst

 dim'd life force 

           in this banality of insanity 

                 dancing to this deluded shuffle

~suspended~

 in this nightmarish stanza

         my breath frozen in denial's froth

transgressions wakefulness

 in contempt's

violating arousal 

no poetry in evil's surrender

Salvador Dali ~ woman suspended architecture in the desert

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Redundant metamorphosis
enchantment of
old man winter's claw
tucked away smugly
warped in fusion'd lithium's disorder
rhapsodic inception cease
to venture in light's flight

The dark of winter seems to sneer at the creative mind at times, as if to say is that all you got. I think you showed him what's what.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Pryde.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A reversal of sorts that lends itself to ones own ability to contend with the best of them, well done, good read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much....

[Tai Ryens]

I can't help but draw out the feeling of trepidation emerging from this poem, feeling trapped in anticipation for what's to come, yet never to see it, for you're frozen, suspended in an eerie reality that feels like a fantasy gone wrong. Intriguing . . .

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your thoughts Tai, always appreciated.

[Rita L. Sev]

~suspended~
in this nightmarish stanza...
...no poetry in evil's surrender

This piece is at once dark and brilliant, Frieda. Evil has no business fraternizing with Poetry...

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading Rita, I know this was a long rambling one, muchly appreciated my friend...

[MsJewel]

I'm not sure if the amazing Savador Dali painting inspired your poem or if you chose the art after writing, but the two go so well together, you truly have created a poetic masterpiece. Dark and delicious Frieda, so many brilliant lines it is impossible to pick a fav. Saving this one my friend.

:) Julie

[Frieda P]

Truthfully, not sure where this one came from, and I could only think Dali might have an image to represent it, thanks so much Julie. :-)

[s y e]

// in this nightmarish stanza
my breath frozen in denial's froth //

A deep, dark write from you this time, Frifri - I couldn't have said it better than what Jack has said, I agree with him 100% , I am speechless at how amazing this is. You never fail to amaze me and blow me away.

FLip flops & all that jazz! xo

[Frieda P]

So jazz'd you enjoyed reading this mess in my head noodlebumble ;-)

[Raymond Federle]

I am really liking this darker, gothic you that has been coming out in these works. although all you work is wonderful you excel at humor and darkness... it reminds me of me...but with more womanly pieces parts. :)

[Frieda P]

Oh now you're just scaring me...ha, thanks Raymond ;-)

[AYVID N]

This is lovely Frieda...Remarkable imagery and amazing artwork. Another special read from you...

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Divya...

[Scott Metro]

naked wantonness amidst dim'd life force...sounds like a typical day for me...lol
Kind of a refreshing twist for you..Had to be inspired by the art.
Well done.

Scotty

[Frieda P]

Haha why doesn't that shock or surprise me, thanks Scott. ;-)

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scotty........

[kublakhan27]

The form is a bit of a stylistic departure, but the content remains quintessential Frieda. It's also a bit longer than your traditional works, but clearly you had a lot to say. I'm not sure if I see a jaded lover or an ode to poetry itself here...I think it could be both. It's such a labour of love, this thing we do, poetry...it's intense, personal, cathartic, rhapsodic (to use one of your images), therapeutic, and the list goes on. I guess I don't need to say that I enjoyed the presence of Old Man Winter here (though it's important to point out that it's the scenery of Winter that I love, something I don't associate with the Old Man himself...and the Dali at the end...that made me smile even though the piece is quite bittersweet...and I haven't heard the Violent Femmes in ages haha. As per usual, there are too many lines for me to cite individually...this is very much a piece that is greater than the sum of its lines, another trademark of yours. Sterling work from start to finish my dear...nicely done :)

[Frieda P]

That makes two of us Benji, I'm not sure either, started out in one place and ended up in another, always love to read your thoughts my sweet friend, thanks so much :-)