midnight illusions ~

Most nights she dances alone

   with the maniac in her head

       prancing about allusion's shadow

                   on a wing and a song

     daylight scorches twirling freedom's feathers

          asylum harbors taunting deceptions

                  blistering of sun's betrayal 

          clear night vision through midnight hours

 captivated by gray spatters bliss'd oblivion, 

         alluring sting of cloak'd daggers

              with her sword, she slays the dragons

                 illusion's surrender set free

                      wrapped in delusion's ecstasy

          

dancing faster to catch up............

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

I love this poem the metaphors are amazing and the imagery really takes me places.

clear night vision through midnight hours
captivated by gray spatters bliss'd oblivion,
alluring sting of cloak'd daggers
with her sword, she slays the dragons

These lines took my breath away.

The contrast between day and night or light and dark are what speak to me most...almost like the night hides all the pain that the day brings so at night she is free.

[Frieda P]

You read me well, thanks so much for your visit and review Jessica.

[Justin]

great read thanks for sharing

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Justin...

[Justin]

sometimes i dont know what to say i like this poem a lot i hear like a dancy sad but uplifting beat playing behind it

[Frieda P]

That's fine, just what you feel....thanks again.

[Justin]

i feel like dancin

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wonder if the maniac ever can really catch up to the heart...even if she slays all the dragons...

illusions of allusions and we come to conclusions.

love the poem

and that scene from "flashdance"---remember when she was doing that? and her dog "grunt" was just sitting there staring at her...
wonder what he was thinking.

[Frieda P]

I wonder too jacob...who could forget that scene, I wanted to be able to dance wickedly like her, she moved like a lithe panther....

I think the dog was probably wondering when she was going to get it over with and feed his face. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

probably...and what a great name for the dog wasn't it?

"grunt"----i like at the end when the dog had the rose in its mouth.

[Matching Socks]

It's crazy but I used to dance around alone back in the day when I had my own little apartment and drive the neighbours mad with loud music...

I'd blare some really nasty angry music, TERRIBLE LIE by NIN was a personal fave at the time.
I'd excercise my demons in those moments, let it all out...

And then, completely spent and purged I would rest in peace.
I'm not crazy, just had much in my head back then. :)

[Frieda P]

Ha I still do, must be why my neighbors love me so muchly! haha ;) Thanks Ance.....'they all say she's crazy.........'

[Matching Socks]

Lol!! :-)
Pack those flip flops Frieda! I'll mix the drinks!

[Frieda P]

Ha, can you imagine, I think your hubby and kids wouldn't be too happy.....!

[Matching Socks]

my husband is totally cool! (That's why he's my husband) the kids would have to be at the grandparents. :) we'll invite KL too, she's not that far. :)

[Matching Socks]

Maybe one day, it's nice to dream...

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a plan, will keep my flip flops at the ready....

[Frieda P]

How did you ace a cool hubby by the way, share the secret sista! ;)

[Matching Socks]

I don't know... :)
I just convinced that he HAD to go out with me, he was in it for the honey...
But it turned into love.

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a fairy tale hon....

[Matching Socks]

Oh no, not at all. I hate his guts some days. :) but that's married life I guess.

[Frieda P]

Whew, you had me worried for a minute there ........ha

[Matching Socks]

Yeah, I'm not delusional... :-)

[Frieda P]

It's the only way to live........ ;)

[Matching Socks]

Cheers sista!

[Jack Cassidy]

Very artistic, but I'm unsure of the aim if there is one... Either way, the language is pretty and very dressed up. It made me feel somewhat surprisingly elated after I read it. Gorgeous writing.
K.

[Frieda P]

I think if it makes you feel anything at all, that's usually the 'aim' of poetry, thanks for your glowing review Kusa....muchly appreciated.

[Jack Cassidy]

Very true Frieda.

[Jack Cassidy]

But I retort with a verbal slap to the back of the head... Then I'm arrested for verbally battering...

[Frieda P]

What? haha

[Kayleigh]

This was very good, Frieda P. Dale has been bugging me to get an account here to post all my work but to read all his friends and the first place he told me to go was to his Moonbeams account and read a few of your poems and I am so thankful, this was out of this world, crazy good. I am honoured to have read this poem. You are quite the feisty mamacita, arentcha? :))

[Frieda P]

Haha I've been called worse, and you sound like a friend of Dales :) Grazie mille....

[Kayleigh]

Actually girlfriend is what I'd probably call myself.

[Frieda P]

OH MY....I didn't know, he's been keeping you under wraps...wait til I get that cowboy!

[Kayleigh]

Yes we've been keeping it quiet for a while... I knew he was popular on here, he reads his friends poetry to me a lot and had been badgering me to make an account here... Finally I did to shut him up.

[Frieda P]

Ha he still won't shut up!

[Kayleigh]

Try dating him. He's a bloody chatter box!

[Frieda P]

I can imagine, but he's a cute teddy bear...

[Kayleigh]

He is more than that. He's just the cutest, don't dare tell him I said that or I will get it all night long.

[Frieda P]

Yeah sure, no one reads these threads :)

[Kayleigh]

I'm detecting sarcasm. I'll need to get Dale to fill me in on how this all works.

[Frieda P]

Ha he'll clue you in, they need a 'sarcasm' button on this site......

[Kayleigh]

I need a big one on my page, ask Dale!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

WOW Frieda such a great poem, it is filled with words of independence and attitude… hot damn what a fun and feisty read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks sweetie, jazz'd you enjoyed....!

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

You are very welcome Moonbeam.

[Lyn Anderson]

Are you making fun of me? No seriously, how did you crawl inside my mind and put this poem with this song? Very nice, Frieda. You are a maniac, and it takes one to know one ...:)

[Frieda P]

Like minds and all that jazz, I was having a conversation with Red and Flashdance came up, you know I had to write it right after the dance. :)