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.

[WE]

I enjoyed this piece from style it was written in to the magical flow

[Frieda P]

Muchly appreciated thanks gracey...

[WE]

your most welcome

[Vidya Bacchus]

What is left to say they said it all.Your endless supply of words is awe inspiring true :)

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille pazzo, muchly appreciated. :-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[David Scott]

The jumble of the crowded words was a little distracting, but it conveyed an emotion well within the discomfort of the read. I think you made a good choice here with this format!
The whole poem fits the scene in my mind of cherry pits spit out in a mess of used up treasures... Yes, there was a juice and meaty sugared flesh to enjoy. Now, there is a messy aftermath.
I know you packed more in this little sack lunch of emotions, but this is what I tasted most.
Yummy! But I might have a little tummy ache if I dwell on it too much. ;)

[Frieda P]

I like to keep you distracted Scott....I wasn't sure about the font myself to be honest but I thought it added to the randomness of it all. Thanks for your thoughts always my friend. :-) There were antacids served, didn't you take one before you left? ;-P

[redflutterby]

Wow...glints of random things all rolling inside your head. Sounds a little crowded in there... but better then the evil that lives in mine. Whew...not for the faint hearted. This was like a tango on super boost...definetely a needed distraction for my day. x

[Frieda P]

Ha yeah scary place, isn't it? Tango on super boost, sounds like an energy drink ;-) Thanks Red.

[SAYED THANGAL]

it's highly imaginative and deep, inter relating the natural objects, good writing

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading Sayed.

[A. Amos]

A graceful and eloquent write, Bravo,

And yes life is a high way....,,:)

[Frieda P]

I wish I had a Harley, they maneuver turns much better ;-) Grazie A.

[Scott Metro]

If there's a light at the end of the tunnel..it's most likely a train coming head on..at least that's my experience...lol..
Lovely words laced together finely....
Weaves of glitter..
Scott

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Scott, I was so hoping the voice of gloom & doom would engage my page today...ha ;-)

[Scott Metro]

Am I now the voice of doom and gloom.?.boy am I multifunctional ..LOL

[Frieda P]

Oh was that the crazy train comin' head on? ha

[Scott Metro]

All aboard..here..this is a one way ticket..you'll need this soon...I can tell...

[icelandicblue]

A myriad of color and textures emit from the fracture you've created. I found myself reading each of those more than once so that I might feel the chaos in its beauty as it assaulted all my senses.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Anne, trying to see the light in dark fractures, if you know what I mean...