Prism in high-def...A Poem by Frieda PButterflies in my head like percolating coffee suds i walked a little faster to catch up with my mind's anachronisms future like a prism in high def building castles of cotton candy vapors smoky salt tears whisper out loud like a hot knife through butter foam dancing in enraged twists of prophetic cyclonic squalls shindig of cobalt's eclectic leaves storming fiercely down wading in puddles of refractive delirium's trippy next dip © 2014 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on March 8, 2014Last Updated on March 8, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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