Consecrat'd Madness

Consecrat'd Madness

A Poem by Frieda P
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~ verses within Elysian Fields

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Consecrate me in your madness
    sanctify this communion,
sketch me in bursting metaphorical hues,
  color'd tinges blushed of cardinal's soft sonnets
paint a picture within inky filigreed lace,
  finely woven silken thread'd tapestries
 my religion breathes your affinity
      harmony's rapport of favored essence
twist poetry into my hair,   whilst
   dancing upon the music in your stanza's hymn 
bathe me in peachy champagne bubbled prose
  suffuse butterfly shivers up my spine
i breathe the air you've fervidly script'd
   etch'd in blood flow awakens my senses,
the emotions artistes' bleed out
   you are my strength, my power
          my weakness, my Achilles heel ~


 swooning in the phases of your darkly lit moons
           cut me deep into the heart & gut
piercing movement of echoes unfold.  
        moving majestic amethyst  mountains, 
shred my soul with your dragon's breath
     anoint my breasts, oils that seep from thy quill
            make me punch drunk aberration's tipsy 
        drenching me in sparkling scarlet wine
clinging from the vines of destiny's path
           my soul's existence is solely dependent
    upon your utterly blissful verses within Elysian Fields 



 

                                                                        
                                                                            
                                                                                              

© 2014 Frieda P


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dear Frieda... "color'd tinges blushed of Cardinals soft sonnets".
Be still my soul. "Harmony's rapport of favored essence...
poetry twisted in my hair". You are my strength...
my weakness... my power... Freida... you have struck
beautiful chords of a heavenly harp within my heart.
truly... Pat

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You humble me Pat, thanks so much.



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make me punch drunk aberration's tipsy
drenching me in sparkling scarlet wine
clinging from the vines of destiny's path
Mam, I have no idea where you go to find such expressions but I wish I could go with you...
Another exceptional piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


dear Frieda... "color'd tinges blushed of Cardinals soft sonnets".
Be still my soul. "Harmony's rapport of favored essence...
poetry twisted in my hair". You are my strength...
my weakness... my power... Freida... you have struck
beautiful chords of a heavenly harp within my heart.
truly... Pat

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You humble me Pat, thanks so much.
Eheyyyy...........you took me here to that very place you were while writing, you never fail your readers my dear friend, you know how to quench the thirst of your readers perfectly with each poem that you put down.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You're too kind my friend, thanks so much Cassie.
A glowering resemblance to ones' home town if ever there was, well done, good read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ah good point, thanks so much.
This poem is merely a confirmation of my sensible assumption. :P But I'm glad I have a friend with consecrated madness. Most of my friends have a boring kind. Haha.

I love this poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha is there such a thing as 'boring' madness you teenage nutter? ;-) Grazie mille.
Blue

10 Years Ago

Yeahhh! :P
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha, all I can think of is ahhh shiny stuff. ;-P
Begging someone else to capture you in your own poetic mindset at your best, and to make this flair permanent as you skedaddle among ecstatic feelings. It almost sounds too good to be true, as if the downfall afterwards would be horrendous and sorrowful, although that might just be my mindset speaking for itself. May you revel in intellectual prowess for long, enough to permanently capture the brilliance of this age. Well done, friend!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Jazz'd you enjoyed my madness Tai....grazie!
There's a classic feel to these verses, Frieda, a great flow here.
Love this: bathe me in peachy champagne bubbled prose... :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha you kinky teachers. ;-) Grazie mille.
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ron
Simply beautiful. Sounds like a wonderus place to be.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ahhh but it is ron, thanks so much...
ron

10 Years Ago

You are very welcome Frieda. I would like to visit some time.
always in awe when I read you...simply magnificent, a pleasure to read :) x

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Awh thanks Tia, you're sweet, so glad you enjoy'd this one :-) xo
How easy to fall for the poet that speaks to your heart. This is a beautiful piece Frieda. You deserve all the fine reviews you've received!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Muchly appreciated giggles, jazz'd you enjoyed my friend.

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