Fractur'd Marmalade Glints

Silken thoughts & gunny sacks

Silken thoughts woven

           into scratchy gunnysack

   cherry pits strewn haphazardly about

                     dancing wildflowers' amusement

 rough seas b'speckled 

           with azure'd diamond glints

silver sun running amok 

                 on  yacht'd Greek beaches infamy 

scorch'd salty shores dappl'd 

                      in pink rhinestones

marmalade's fractures

                jarring tastebuds of tongue twist'd elation

  musical notes fray in Fsharp

                harmony's wafting remembrance's tenuto 

spaces tween that disenchant the muse's affection

           wafting metaphorical smokiness stings the eyes

 snow drifts packed with spring luggage

          baggage compartmentalized

                              in undesirable code

 irony's crush upon oxymoron's poetic prance

        perfum'd toxins breathing

                         fire dragon's lust'd gusto

  yin and yang, perfectly suit'd of

                       imperfect heady stances

  darkly color'd light shadows

                   within frazzled drizzles of rain

  undertones and highlights of life's skewer'd appeal

            gray flannel's comforts of a peculiar rhyme

                                            set to tempo's diversions 

                 in rhythmic emotions

  breathless sands of time cavorting in stillness

                beautiful torture to die for

         living in torn moments of utterly chaotic bliss

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

I am reading this menagerie of wonderful thoughts and ideas this morning through blurred eyes and a mind that is as foggy as the scene outside of my window yet some how it all makes sense...this wonderful work is charged with electric visions and direct current wonderings. I love how you have put this together Frieda.

"Snow drifts packed with spring luggage" What a cool line, one I wished I'd written.

Those torn moments of utterly chaotic bliss do lend us to dreaming...somewhere out past the winter weather, beyond the white abyss and chilled temps to sunny spaces where warm is your constant companion. Last night was a rough night and I really didn't want morning to get here too soon, but to find this poem waiting...well my friend, this is utterly chaotic bliss and it made waking up so worthwhile.

Amazing Frieda...

[Frieda P]

Even though we're expecting another snowstorm with -5 temps, you warm'd me up with your glowing review Jack, thanks so much, appreciate your kind words.

[Raymond Federle]

A true journey of words...well done Frieda! :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Raymond! :)

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Wow, I'm lost for words. Amazing write.

Kaze~ ^_^

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Kazie. :)

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome. :-)

[Tai Ryens]

Daydreaming entire worlds in our minds that could fit in a knapsack and yet extend infinitely all over . . . So very intriguing! Well done, indeed, I liked this.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Tai.

[Roger Turgeon]

I think the key words are chaotic bliss... bravo to you for catching the glints

[Frieda P]

I think you're so right thanks Roger.

[Saddam]

a diffrent level poetry which found so much happening.
love this...
a awesome piece.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Ssadd, muchly appreciated...

[Einstein Noodle]

you are something else Frieda! truly you are ... had to read it out loud to myself to get the full impact of unresolved tension ... thanks a lot girl!
seriously tho... great stuff! ... brilliant i say ... just brilliant ...
E.

[Frieda P]

You're so gracious my dear friend. So jazz'd you enjoyed this one, was just thinking about changing the font here, I've been told it's difficult to read, glad you stuck it out....x

[Einstein Noodle]

does make one a tad cross eyed ...might not be a bad idea ... so many wonderful phrases, images and ignitions for the mind :)
E.

[Frieda P]

I thought it went with the 'fractur'd' theme, I did space it out, any easier to read?

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... would not worry too much about the ease of the seeing ... your poem is brilliant says i and stand alone ... reading it out loud is really awesome for me ...

E.

[Frieda P]

Oh Norma must love that...ha ;-)

[Einstein Noodle]

we don't want to go there ... but she does love me :)))) and love to you dear one!
E.

[Rita L. Sev]

Every color dances in this piece, Frieda. You have woven so many compelling images:

jarring tastebuds of tongue twist'd elation... snow drifts packed with spring luggage... irony's crush upon oxymoron's poetic prance...

I had a bit of difficulty with the tight font, but this was worth the effort!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rita, appreciate you fighting your way through the font, I think I might change it, you're not the first to mention it....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the oxymorons in this...

blissful chaos...fractured marmalade...marmalade fractures me(one of the few things i just cannot eat)...but the poem propels running thoughts, in perfect confusion...and dazzling shadows dancing...

and i don't know where the next step leads..but i am following.

[Frieda P]

I know I replied to you jacob, I have no clue where it disappeared to....thanks again, love an oxymoron, life is so full of them....dontcha think?

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah, I dig this one SOOO much. Beautiful imagery and word choice, great flow, everything.

[Frieda P]

Woo doing the happy dance....

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this too, I have to admit I review your poems in selection, otherwise it`s a full time job !

[Frieda P]

Hmmm job & poetry should never be used in the same sentence, sorry about that Leslie, it's an obsession, thanks for your words.