Perfect on paper...

You're perfection

pen to paper

above par excellence

a still life to devour

etched into every line

a notion so sublime

a delectable sip to imbibe

allusions of fine wine

   in this dizzying world 

       of  testament's illusions  

                                                             

yet,

up close & personal

performance par delusional, as

an undesirable paramour 

foul and detectable,

your words undeniably frayed

spewing detestable rancor

blindness in your untold

vacuous soul's vengeance

no beholden breaking of bread

 hope unfolded in shredded volumes

pontificating, aggrandizing on

pages wrought with a hammer

lest you be wise in your own deceit

sword severed heartstrings

left blood spatters in reality

all poetry does not rhyme nor

end in ink's fake timely sublimity

                                                                                                                

Author's Note

Reviews

[Mark]

Hi Frieda,
*ducking head*… sorry… you've got me flinching at shadows;)
To call this a rant would be like calling Mcenroe moody,
Your tongue is sharpened folded steel, dulled only when compared to your wit and use of vocabulary
Wishing I could read the writing of its muse (I've always wondered if I would see the lies when dipped in ink).
Thank-you for sharing

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

To me, this poem is paradoxical in nature, about how writing can either mar our pain with honesty or fade it away with words full of happy delusions. Dark yet interesting overall.

[Pryde Foltz]

I think Redzone makes an excellent call on the words and deeds … exploring further we have intentions versus being lost in the moment, followed by guilt and remorse or worse denial. Tricky think this being human. But I think when we finally find the bravery to face our baser nature we find our higher selves.

A writing 'par excellence':)

[redzone]

Ah, the separation of words and deeds.. high sounding, low pounding.. heart and mind must be of similar kind, or it is as the song says "Fake". Loved this line; "pontificating, aggrandizing on
pages wrought with a hammer
lest you be wise in your own deceit". I think Frieda you have found a "perfect on paper" way to rant on hypocracy.

I think I can see you throwing down the pen, saying, there take that you #!:#"-$
~~redzone ;0)

[NoelHC]

On my screen the first part showed, and graphic spatter of what I have to assume is blood. The title suggested to me that there was a "but" to follow, and at first I could not fathom from where it would come. I scrolled to comment, and there it was, over to the right. Everything I anticipated, and more. Well stated, there is a balance, a pendulum effect, in both the words, and the layout on the screen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is amazing, Frieda....turned on a dime...and someone can be most sublime in words, but the real person is not the poet we see on paper.

Arthur Rimbaud was a perfect example...beautiful poetry, putrid man.

this is so well worded.

jacob

[Matching Socks]

You brought the sugar and spice and not all things nice to this one Frieda.
You could make someone choke on these words.
Very nice work. ;)

[Kayleigh]

This is some poem Frieda -- written so well with a hint of sexiness. A very good subject to write on and a spectacular message.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Kayleigh, jazz'd you enjoyed my little rant.

[00000000000000000000000..]

I feel your embarking to get some things off your mind with pen, no not all poems rhyme and come in many forms and flavors, I am glad to say the least.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your thoughts Jonathan, to each his own, write?

[0000000000000000000000000000]

Welcome Frieda why the question mark?

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha this is a sexy scathing bold piece. I know someone just like this. I love it. I wrote some very good poems on just this subject. It just fires us up and inspires us.

[Frieda P]

Inspiration that splits the atom...yep.