Pardons on ashes...

racking the gray matter 

   'tween a rock and a hard choice

no right or wrong,  

        just hit and run fines

funky monkey wrenches

                    of life's kerfuffles

who gets to choose who's

           sacrificed for the greater good

         reigning apologies on tears of a clown

 pardons on grave-site's ashes,  

                          till we all fall down

                                                                   

Author's Note

Reviews

[redflutterby]

Exactly.....whos making the decisions in this screwed up place?? Ugghhh.....this says so much hun. I feel the dark sarcasm and angst pouring from your words. Truly makes me want to shake my fists and yell WHY?? potent write on this snowy day. Rage on....xo

[Frieda P]

Beats me Red, if you figure it out, let me know will ya? Thanks muchly. xo

[Sami Khalil]

"apologies on tears of a clown"

In life we get hurt, trampled upon, forsaken to wolves, shattered as glass, melt in hot iron, burried in cemented graves. Every one has different appraoches to handling every single situation(s). I would say whatever is for the greater good of the victim and their triumph over injustice. Forgiveness can be the ultimate but that is extremely hard to do...An excellent one...:)................

[FlamingPhoenix]

I ask that everyday! Just exactly who is it that is making the decisions that seem so senseless. Well-written, profound, and perplexing in thought.

[MsJewel]

I can feel the frustration in your words Freida and I love the way you mixed in a little humor to lighten the mood. Fantastic as always.

:) Julie

[Lyn Anderson]

I love this one. Who chooses? Such a simple question, but one without an answer.

[Pryde Foltz]

A really poignant piece, Frieda. Who lives without regrets and eventually it gets too late to take anything back.

[icelandicblue]

And we do all fall down. So many of us forget eventually we all end up in the same place but in the meantime who is to decide the fate of others? What elevated status have these people garnered except the privilege of where they were born and who they call parents. Love the picture.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the poor are sacrificed...it takes money to stand up to the establishment and have a voice...all of us little voices are only the "penny for your thoughts" kind...and we are disregarded.

jacob

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your thoughts jacob.

[lee von cleef]

Can't find one even now,
yes, I am forgiven.
But I can't forgive myself for no stone.
The solar lights wrap dragonflies into the carved remembrance.
Nights little sentinels
pausing the love of thoughts
as they drive past.

[Frieda P]

You ever think of taking all your abstract reviews and comprising a poem...should prove interesting...thanks for the dragonflies....

[lee von cleef]

Then saw the lights of Buttermilk clouds ,much like those I just drove past, I can taste her sweet laugh in the pancakes,I'll give you the secret, Condensed milk, and two eggs, a little bacon grease,a whole stick of butter. I must be hungry.

[Frieda P]

Now you made me hungry, what time is breakfast?

[lee von cleef]

Now, I am waiting on daughter, she has been in New Orleans lucky rat.

[Frieda P]

Sigh....how I miss that place. Now I want beignets & coffee at Cafe Du Monde.

[lee von cleef]

goodnight good morning smiling it is all good.

[Cryingkate]

Pardon me . May I ask you for directions?
Is this the way home?

[Frieda P]

Are you lost again Connie?

[Cryingkate]

I was till I heard you calling :-)

[Baby Ricochet]

A rock and hard choice. I hear that. Well more like read it. Anyway, good poem

[Frieda P]

Thanks Baby.