Prism in high-def...

Butterflies 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

Author's Note

Reviews

[redflutterby]

I know I already gave you my feelings on this one but thought id put it in review here...

Sounds like your mind is bubbling over....trying to keep up with processing the way things used to be or old ways of thinking. What could be, is too bright to peer at for long and you question whether its real or just illusions. The sadness and pain is speaking to you maybe not as loud but its there. The last three lines seem to infer that you know the emotional dance youve done for so long won't end and even if theres a pause in it you will always expect the proverbial shoe to drop.

Still get the same thoughts after rereading this poem....and I love each line. xo

[Frieda P]

Yes, thanks again for another amazing therapy session, how much do I owe you Red? ;-) Grazie mille! xo

[redflutterby]

Pffttt... a dozen chocolate covered strawberries!! Thats my going rate!! xo

[Frieda P]

Hahaha small price to pay for clarity my nutty friend. ;-P xo

[redflutterby]

Ha....what I want to know is who in the hell is going to do my therapy?? Now theres a dirty job...not for the faint hearted. Lol...

[Frieda P]

Ha I'm not going to disagree with you there ;-P Don't look at moi, I can't even figure out how to theraperize my own words. You need a super specialist for that noggin dear. haha ;-P

[redflutterby]

Hahaha...trust me I super analyze myself all the time. ;-pp
I still say we are normal and everyone else is crazy...x

[Frieda P]

I concur...nice to live in Lala land, cheers! ;-)

[redflutterby]

Lmao....cheers to our mutual lunacy...xo

[kublakhan27]

Wow, I step away to do the dishes and I come back and you've already got nine reviews in like an hour! Such is the respect that is owed to the best poet on the site though ;) I love the psychedelic feel of this one...it may come across as abstract on the first read but it made sense to me right out of the gate...I guess that's the result of living an entire life in the abstract, which is actually my equivalent of normal at this point ;P Well done on your daily dose of inexplicable genius Mrs.R ;) xo

[Frieda P]

Ooh and I love that you got a psychedelic feel from it, I told you I'm getting more abstruse like you by the minute. ;-) Glad you understand it. ;P xo

[Scott Metro]

Quite the lovely rendering....
Always choice words..but I've come to expect that from you...
Pretty, pretty, pretty.

Scotty

[Frieda P]

Grazie, grazie, grazie Scotty...

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scotty.......

[MsJewel]

The images you have created are lovely Frieda. Your poetry is like dreaming in color...Stunning my friend.

:) Julie

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Julie. :-)

[Alexandra]

It was a bit difficult ti understand at first, because my English isn't as good :p but i really liked the abstract nature of your poem. well done. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Alexandra, don't feel bad, I hardly understood it. ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those butterflies flutter about with perfect alliteration...
have another cup of coffee...maybe we will get more butterflies...percolating....
as your writing is so stimulating...i want to write right now...

[Frieda P]

Jazz'd you dropped in for a cuppa jacob, thanks muchly...I'll be on the look out for that one...

[Simran Kewlani]

To be frank, I am out of words to express how I feel about your poems. They are simply amazing and your vocabulary usage is amazing. I feel that you've learnt all the words of the dictionary. Please, you've gotta give me some tips.

[Frieda P]

You humble me Simran, I adore words, if you can teach me mathematical horrors, we have a deal. ;-)

[Simran Kewlani]

What do you mean by mathematical horrors? Sorry but I don't get that.

[Frieda P]

Arithmetic, calculus, trigonometry, geometry, we don't get along, numbers throw me into a tizzy...

[Simran Kewlani]

Well, I'm sorry, mathematics kill me as well. XD

[Simran Kewlani]

Anything else I could help you with?

[Frieda P]

Hahaha you're NO help. ;-P

[Simran Kewlani]

Sorry. :(
Always there to help.
Lets hope if my mathematics improves, I'll be there help you out with it.

[Frieda P]

I'm too old to learn new tricks, that's what computers are for... ;-) No worries........

[s y e]

You're not old Mama, you're bootiful!

[Frieda P]

Compared you you kids, I"m old as dirt ha ;-)

[s y e]

Not to me ;-) I got the most beautiful Mum eva.

[Simran Kewlani]

Is your daughter also a writer, like does she also write poems?

[Devesh]

Sometimes, I want ot get inside your head anf digure out how you come up with poetry like this. Wonderful job, but scary music when you have headphones on! :P

[Frieda P]

Ha how do you think I feel, that was playing in my head whilst I was writing this one. ;-) Grazie mile...

[Vidya Bacchus]

You had me at" percolating coffee suds " and kept me all the way through.:)

[Frieda P]

Ha one lump or two with those suds pazzo? ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

The more the merrier is my motto lol

[Jack...]

The many colors you bring enhance our vision into your vibrant thoughts my dear sweet poet. When they are brought to us in high def, it becomes so much more blinding as light finds us, hypnotizes us and brings us to our knees...begging for more. your poetry flows in brilliant tones of ideas and themes, tinted to bleed right into the readers mind. Chaos evolves from your phrases and becomes one with everything around us.

Loving every word of this chaotic swirl sweet Frieda. You amaze me...

[Frieda P]

Ah your reviews are always perdier and more poetic than my poems Jack, thanks so much.

[A. Amos]

This is interesting and mesmerizing piece, simply beautiful

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind words Amos.

[A. Amos]

you're most welcome my dear