Inky blots ~

~

inhaled

    the sublime

      vapors

      

wafting off

        your parchment

no illusions here,

  i was punch drunk crazy               

    soaked it every stain

    within an inch of its

          bloody heart

only thing that remained, 

 remnants of your 

               ink blot soul    

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

Oh brother Frieda you took me back when the only sentence I could put together was: " I promise I will never drink like this again" obviously a lie and on top of all the other things that I had thrown inside of me to make myself bereable, but as it happens amogst frenzy sometime moments come that out of grace they leave us a message I guess we also become reminiscent and here is what I really like and made me laugh as well(not at you rather with you) becuase whover he was to cause you that lasting impression at that particular point in the night.

Ha.

I prefer to be your friend that to be a bad lover

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

Ha ha I'm so laughing here, I'd prefer you'd my friend too....sounds like a plan Rene. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i read the one line as "soaked in every stain"

this made me punch drunk thinking about some poetry i have read that absolutely made me dizzy like i was drunk...and when the poetry is that good, we soak it in, all of it...until we feel we have drained the poet, and blotted his or her ink into our own soul.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

this is a wonderful ode dedicated to the unconscious...

[Baby Ricochet]

Goddamn Rorschach ink blots. A pox upon them. I did like this poem though.

[Pryde Foltz]

A really beautiful and elegant write. Love the mix of the colloquial with the literary.

[Matching Socks]

Whoa! Beauty here Frieda, this poem is so great.
(I wish I knew what it means when I see what I see.
This is that Rorschach test right?)

[Ally Monique]

You've got some great play on words here (Punch drunk crazy) Great image to fit the mood of the poem! :)

[redzone]

Many ways to look at an inky poem blots.. and you can inky blot me to death any time Frieda... wait, I mean what nice ink blots you have (written), Frieda... no, I mean "crazy vapors" of inky blotted parchment of illusions... oh hell, never mind Frieda,I'm going to go imbibe something stronger than this coffee... Ha!!!
~~redzone

[Alfred Kukitz]

I remember the pass out drunk moments when my soul was similar to an ink blot. A hard drift penned here but worth every ounce of memory.