Dancing faster to catch up...

Dancing faster to catch up

   with my espoused growing insanity

                 '62 Bordeaux glowing ticks

closed my calculating eyes

        clock skipped backwards to rhyme

butterflies in my enslaved head

             wading in puddles of 

by the book idiosyncrasies

         took the plunge in the shallow depths

                     other side of opalescent pain

                 dipped in mercury's retrograde

broke a leg stepping in loose threads

          bound around illusion'd roots

  starry nights played xylophone's tin rancor

                        in kaleidoscopic harmony's dread

   fractured my carotid artery

           spit out my of tongue's distaste

whilst the band played till the end of love

        we all fell into contractual resentment

              of  engorged chasm's intent,

                                sans til death us do part

Author's Note

Reviews

[Deuces]

But can we ever catch up? This piece had me racing. I had to read it three times... the vibe is so fast. You have that effect with your writing... it's like alcohol and caffeine mixed together. "We all fell into contractual resentment" - what a hard-hitting line right there. "Dipped in mercury's retrograde" - Dare I say your writing is even soaring to a new level, lately. You're no joke, Frieda. This piece is full of pain and immense talent.

[Frieda P]

Sad to say, probably never, no....you humble me with your kind words Cyn, thanks so much my friend.

[Deuces]

Any time - your writings teach many lessons.

[Frieda P]

Now that's pretty funny, how come I never learn them...........

[Deuces]

Teachers are the worst students, my friend :)

[Einstein Noodle]

"we all fell into contractual resentment
of engorged chasm's intent,
sans til death us do part"
some family reunions are like that ;) kidding aside ... it seems a fierce introspective look inside the noggin to me ... the seat of our memories .. sparks of emotions ... the forces our "..roots.."have upon us .. dizzy confusions ..."in kaleidoscopic harmony's dread"
an angst storm demanding some relief ...
E.

[DrD]

I like how this work is wildly disorganized to describe someone who is wildly disorganized. Not only enjoyable but artfully exact and probling. Very well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Artwork and words. A wild journey in your words. The poem tone was harsh and strong. I wanted to know more. A intense poem with powerful description. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[s y e]

Sometimes I don't think we ever catch up... I think that when the time passes, it passes there is no turning back and no catching up - that is just me though. I loved the wording and the message that this poem portrayed, excellent job as always, Mummy! xo

[icelandicblue]

There is no catching up when you're chasing something you really don't want or need. Let's hope we always lose those races. Loved that last line
sans till death do us part

So often we don't often realize it's an option. You've created a fast paced race to the edge of the cliff...now what do we do? Jump or push- I'm all for the push. ; )

[Ghost of Jupiter]

The flow and word play here has me spinning... Amazing as always Frieda... I can lose myself in your writing daily...

" clock skipped backwards to rhyme
butterflies in my enslaved head "

I just adore that line...Devine work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i read your poetry and just imagine how interesting it would be to sit with you over coffee and chat---

your mind goes in so many interesting directions...and it is a chasm i would really like to jump into.

[Bright Ocean Star]

this is deep. very, very deep. "took the plunge in the shallow depths/other side of opalescent pain/dipped in mercury's retrograde." is one of all the lines that grabbed me. It's difficult to pick out just one. "Dancing faster to catch up with my espoused growing insanity"...is this supposed to be about a spouse that is growing old with dementia or alzheimers...or are you referring to your own self-espoused insanity. I'm sorry I'm so slow. It is beautiful, but very deep. I love the word combinations, the texture of the words just flow like velvet. Beautiful.

[paddy d daly]

It can be a vicious circle missus, or to put it in more crude terms, sometimes we are like dogs chasing our tails.... but you put it in a far more elegant fashion...