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

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Not sure how you did it but this is sadly touching mixed with a bit of humor…. Evry life makes its mark on Earth, even if it is a small mark doesn't make them any less in the eyes of loved ones or God.

[Frieda P]

Glad you read it as such, thanks Dale.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure as always Moonbeam

[Einstein Noodle]

you made me cry ... you hit it with this one Frieda ... should be part of your book ... compassionate tears here
E.
ps "funky monkey wrenches
of life's kerfuffles"
kerfuffles!
gazoontike.

[Frieda P]

Ha....you made me smile, wipe those tears and put your big boy pants on now hon ;-) x

[therisa]

Can feel the angst and frustration, which fills this pen with the ink that flows across the page/screen. As I want to join you, in howling, at the rising sun, against the injustices and pig-headed decisions made, by those, in power. Maybe, make a small change, in the order of things.

[Frieda P]

Thanks therisa, we can howl together...

[therisa]

Anytime, Frieda.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Frieda... "reigning apologies on
tears of a clown". I love the song,
"Bring in the Clowns"... especially
when sung by Barbara Streisand.
I just penned a poem alluding to a
Pardon....but have not yet posted it.
I remember skipping rope in grade school
and singing London Bridge is falling down.
You have a way of playing a beautiful
Golden harp with an angel's touch.
truly... Pat

[Frieda P]

Thrilled with your review, thanks so much Pat, wasn't sure if this one would compute...let me know when you publish yours.. I love that song too....