yesterday's verse

Broken poetry lost its rhyme

     etched in a fit of raging volition 

sketchy melodrama pluck'd center stage

    took a forced bow in gust's emotions

genuflected in yesterday's feather'd verse

       perused of prayer's sing song devotion

darkly caged birds chirp'd manifestations  

     verbiage's repulsed twist of fate

took a dive off metaphorical mental cliffs

      landed in puddle of ingrate's diction

paradox of loquacity's silent stares   

       argued mediocrity's sublimity at

           quarter to insanity of rhythm'd time 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

crashed on the rocks due to expression .. the raven or blackbirds are apt omens ..
" quarter to insanity of rhythm'd time " ... its dictates a demanding lover ..o rhyme o rhyme o rhyme ..somebody help me please ... wonderful dark poem from the writer
E.

[Frieda P]

Many apologies for missing this luverly review E...the cafe messes with my head & my alerts. You wonder why my rhyme is insane? ;)

[therisa]

Oh my poor aching head, feels like I am back, in my pre-university calculus class of 24 years ago. I like, but not sure, what I am liking.

[Frieda P]

Oi, just reading the word 'calculus' makes my head ache...ha I'm not a numbers person, thanks for reading therisa.

[therisa]

Lol. Well Frieda, I passed the course with a 51, if that helps. Not much of a numbers person, myself, rather read history or political science.

[Frieda P]

I'd rather have my fingernails torn out, what does that tell ya? haha

[therisa]

Lol. Need I say more?

[Tina Louise UK]

well smack me upside the head, don't know what it meant but I liked it lol... :P x

[Frieda P]

Haha thanks Tia, I needed that laugh tonight. ;-) x

[Tina Louise UK]

lol...welcome hunni xxx

[Jack...]

Though this reads like an arrow shot in a specific direction it still harbors the beauty that is your poetry. Broken poetry, yes I know this feeling. When the ink becomes invisible all that is left to look at is myself.

You my friend will never lose that ink it seems...your quiver is filled with beautiful pens waiting on you to use it to amaze all of us.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind review Jack, there's a poem in there somewhere.

[Rita L. Sev]

Each pair of lines forms a different and unique image, Frieda, and your wording is amazing. This is one that will have to rattle around my measly brain for a bit!

[Frieda P]

Ha that made me laugh Rita...thanks muchly, my brain is twisted sometimes, enjoy your Sunday!

[Lydia Shutter]

Not sure about the meaning here, Frieda....a bit ambiguous. "darkly caged birds sing manifestations"....what a line.....carries with it so many images. There is a hypnotizing darkness in this one.....I will have to come back to read it again to see exactly what it is about...or perhaps I will never really know for sure. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

It was meant to be cryptic Lydikey, thanks for your thoughts here, muchly appreciated.

[s y e]

Oh damn, I will admit, I did need to read this a few times to get the full meaning of it, not that I'm complaining reading your poetry over and over. This is deep and has a powerful message.

// sketchy melodrama pluck'd center stage
took a forced bow in gust's emotions
genuflected in yesterday's feather'd verse
perused of prayer's sing song devotion //

I loved these lines, they just about whacked me in the face! Flip flops & all that jazz! xo

[Frieda P]

I'm glad you read it over, don't ask. ;-) Ha, thanks, you know how much I love flip flops and all that jazz, made my day! xo

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful use of words. Each statement can stand on its own.
"darkly caged birds chirp'd manifestations
verbiage's repulsed twist of fate"
The above lines were my favorite. Create a sad vision. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Coyote.

[Lyn Anderson]

This one is deeper than its surface, and hides something in its underbelly, not so soft and squishy.

[Frieda P]

Nope, nothing soft and squishy here....thanks KL.

[MAC]

I love AnC, and all that imperfection makes them so good. Made them so good. Anyway, a brilliantly written poem by you. Has the feel of a Goth flick.

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks, the Plague rats would be proud. ;-)

[redflutterby]

Broken lives...broken relationships...broken poetry..theres so many ways to read this one. All of them dark and a bitter. This one will resonate with many readers as who hasnt been broken. This one sang to me like a caged bird. Mournful but sweet.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Red, glad it sang to you...I think we've all heard this song a few times in our lives.

[redflutterby]

A few too many times if you ask me... sigh xo

[Frieda P]

Different scenario, same sad song, yep...xo