Elusion's Disbelief

afraid of what was and what will be

          at an impasse of delusional catastrophe

are you still breath that exists

             if I can't see the essence of your smile

                rouged lips before storm's deluded deliverance 

    untouched by hurricane's hush before it silenced dawn

 poignant posies escaped atmospheric pressure

           'tween angst and harmony's yonder aspirations

speculated on a cloud of dust'd past grievances

             phantoms unprecedented glory be

beauty within skies' torturous moons

             my anesthetic mind dreams nevermore

                   spirits haunting lucidity of reality's gasp 

mocking in mirror'd reflective ghostly images

        darkly colored iniquitous consternation

                amidst constellations of heaven's lie

 grounded in elusion'd discernible disbelief

                  quietude of sanity's revelations beckon 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i can never read your poetry just once ... there is simply too much there to miss if one doesn't take time ... "Elusion..." what a great and seldom used word! .. stuck in a quandary .. palpable misery of over stressed mind ..gone numb ... prayers fall lifeless at ones feet ... whoa and calamity is surely coming ... this is a tale of someone in need of a rudder ... i am feeling as a puddle after reading .. and i agree totally with the Noodle ... big squishy hugs to you and another fascinating poem
E.

[Frieda P]

So kind of you to say E, thanks muchly, trying to catch up with reviews and RR's, I dare say it's impossible at best...I did so miss reading your words. x

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Another beautiful and stunning write Frieda.

Kaze~

[RichGee]

Awestruck...simply awestruck...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rich, glad you enjoyed this one, it's a very personal one to me.

[RichGee]

I can tell.

[therisa]

How can I respond to your poem, Frieda, when I am trying to find my way, to a spot, where I can rest, without this heavy burden upon my chest? As I feel my tears, threaten to unleash a tidal waves, as the memories float past.

[Frieda P]

Your review is poetic therisa, thanks so much.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Frieda.

[ron]

May your pain never find its home in your soul. You are to loving a person to know of such things. My biggest hugs to you.

[Frieda P]

Thanks ron, very sweet of you to say my friend.

[ron]

You are most welcome Frieda, and you may have them when ever you need or want them.

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a plan to me. ;-)

[ron]

;-) xoxoxo

[Frieda P]

Muah! ;-)

[ron]

Love the Muah! ;-)

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

I was very busy with work...and this is the first poem I read after two-three weeks...and as always it has left me in awe...

[Frieda P]

Nice to see you back on the cafe, thanks, muchly appreciated...

[Tai Ryens]

A looming storm exists in the atmosphere and it silences everything, but you can't quite help but to wish everything would remain as it is in the calm of the storm: not knowing whether or not the storm is to come, but still reveling in the calmness of it all. Alike to the calm, passing time seems to play a factor in the paranoia of this piece and it all adds up to the general anxiety felt when a relationship hasn't quite yet hit breaking point, but it could be better; the fear of the worse however keeps you wishing things would remain as they are: on the brink. I wonder how long it takes until the looming storm becomes akin to the sunset, a happening that you can always count on (except in certain areas of the world during Winter) or whether or not the whole circumstance will remain the same long enough for your speaker to adapt to it, and even find comfort in it.

[Frieda P]

I am enthralled in your review Tai, thanks so much for your thoughts.

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is one of those poems that just sinks into your mind. Great job. Wonderful poetry for me to return to this site to.

[Frieda P]

Glad to see you back Brittany, thanks so much.

[Saddam]

mocking in mirror'd reflective ghostly images
darkly colored iniquitous consternation
amidst constellations of heaven's lie.

Wonderful writing again surprising me your kind of speciality.
Lovely piece of art.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Ssadd, glad you enjoyed.

[Arthur Henn]

The first blossom of spring, her gift... a breath that exists waiting for an unknown season of rain, she inhales and holds a breath...

"Are you still breath that exists"

She whispers

"Elusions Disbelief"

Frieda, your written word is a poem of breath that exists...

[Frieda P]

What a sweet review, thanks so much Arthur...