~ blade straight with eyes of dew

I stood in your arrogant shadow,

   vainglorious in its boastful touch

       depleted in your toxic grace,

  til the sun finally rose in my eyes

   felt free of the assigned tangled webs

       that fiercely strangled tidy illusions

    skies seemed a brighter tangerine

     mockingbirds sang in tune yet again

wasn't a figment of my delusions

    a bramble of bubbles suddenly burst,

wild blackberries were in bloom

    steely blue no longer reminded me of you

through the dusky sharp edge of night

     blade straight with eyes of dew

 I cut the chords that bound my bloody heart  

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Sounds like the edge hasn't dulled a bit from last night Mrs.R...it's funny cuz I told you recently that I know where you're coming from in every poem...for the first time, ever, I feel like I don't know the whole story behind something...now maybe this is purely a product of your imagination, I have a history of assuming that everything people write here is autobiographical, but you're such a confessional writer that I can't help but wonder...anyways on to the poem itself...like I said, it feels like there's still a lot of purging in your system that's needing to get out...I mean, it isn't just one bubble but a bramble of them...I liked that image...and the toxic grace, the mockingbird, the bloody heart...this is heady stuff my friend, very raw, very poetic, and very you...and when I say very you, I mean it's the product of someone whose talent is unparalleled :) x

[Frieda P]

You always blow me away with your responses Benji, and also your observations, this is actually a few issues conjoined, this is just how it turned out....convoluted I know, what were you expecting with bloody brambles ;) What can I say, thank you never seems enough....xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha It's more than enough Mrs.R...I'm just happy that you enjoy my observations :) xo

[Matching Socks]

It's tough cutting out the other half, breaking those ties that bind, but in so many cases it is sooooooo necessary. But i know it hurts like an SOB.
Emotional... Well done.

[Frieda P]

I think it's much harder for women to do so, we think we can change the man if he loves us enough, silly we are...thanks Ance.

[Jack Cassidy]

Break ups are tough, especially for those who are sensitive. I'm not a huge fan of these poems, but I really enjoyed reading this, because it shows that there is more to life than loving just one person... Very expressive ideas in your language as well. K.

[Frieda P]

I'm not a huge fan of break ups, that makes us even, thanks for the insightful review Kusa.

[Jack Cassidy]

Haha, your humor amuses me.

[Frieda P]

Ha now you made me laugh, funny, most people wanna smack me upside the head ;)

[Jack Cassidy]

Well, I believe smacks on the butt would give people the wrong idea... jk You seem like a straightforward person, I like that quality in people...

[Frieda P]

No doubt... and yes, me too.

[Shirlena]

You know you really need to get started on a book that I can buy and have something to open up and refresh myself and be inspired at will. The title is very avante garde, cutting edge...tapped me in.

[Frieda P]

Ahh...you're a nudge dahlin' I meant that in the most loving way...I do like a different title, grazie Shirlena.

[Cory Barrett]

It hurts so damn bad to cut out the infection that we have nursed for so long. But it once the wound heals and we rub some cream on the scar nothing has felt better.

[Frieda P]

Too bad it takes so flippin' long, thanks Streamline.

[Lyn Anderson]

What I take from this is a love that really hurt, and now is finally healing, even though the wounds are still raw. If it isn't that, I am lost, and you will have to pick me up out of the berry brambles.:)

[Frieda P]

Sort of, more like an overbearing lover/mate and someone with no backbone breaking loose...I thought you'd get it in one...! Stop picking on my brambles smartypants.... ;P

[Lyn Anderson]

I love you in the brambles that sounds like a poem to me

[J. K. Beach]

Frieda,
This starts in a toxic mess and ends with a redemption, or at least a promise of freedom... The images you conjure are exquisite, especially the last line--"I cut the chords that bound my bloody heart"--you nailed it! Very nice!

[Frieda P]

Sometimes you just have to get up the the moxy to slay the kraken and toss the dragon out on his bum...grazie mille J.K. jazz'd you enjoyed!

[J. K. Beach]

You're welcome!