Grounded madness...

Madness like a washed up sea,

      wind without direction &

           stars sans illumination

footsteps in but one grain of sand,

crushing dusty dugout's salvation

       that never reaches shore,

broken pieces of a glass jigsaw puzzle

    mornings lit of sundown's promise

        saying fare thee well at the end day

              tempered within the fire of bitter love tunes,

acknowledged capacity for light in dark passages

      lit within the intensity of folly's frenzy

         a predilection's soft spot lost in the fray,

                    that keeps me grounded

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

stars sans illumination
footsteps in but one grain of sand,

Very different imagery here, I actually made a face when I read the grain of sand line. Not in scrutiny, but trying to picture a footprint in a single grain of sand. And of course, would stars without illumination be black holes? Or just a black sky? Very interesting Frieda, I love when you make me question things.

[Frieda P]

That's the best a poet could hope for, wish I could have seen your face. :) Thanks so much Ashira.

[Brittany Zedalis]

╰☆╮What an awesome poem to read upon my return to the Cafe. I love every bit of this.╰☆╮

[Frieda P]

Welcome back Brittany, nice to see your smiling face again, thanks muchly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Oh my... I just love, love, love what Roger said!!! I think a daily reading of you helps keep me grounded, Frieda. You are sooo diverse in your poetry, and that drives me MAD!! ....in a good way! ; )

My best,
Kelly

[Frieda P]

Ha ha, you....be quiet! ;) Thanks so much Kelly....

[Rita L. Sev]

The spark of madness keeps us going, I think...

"...acknowledged capacity for light in dark passages..." This line really touches me. This is the essesnce of humanity...

[TL Boehm]

mornings lit of sundown's promise
saying fare thee well at the end day
that line strikes me today. sometimes I read and I don't know why a line or two will jump out. I suppose this is one of those times. This line is saturated with resonance for me.

[Pryde Foltz]

lit within the intensity of folly's frenzy
a predilection's soft spot lost in the fray,
that keeps me grounded

Superb phrasing, Ms. F.

[Lauriegirl]

this is absolutely breathtaking and so surreal..It flows like a river..so beautifully.

[Tai Ryens]

Looking upon the brighter side of the situation in order to keep yourself grounded and collected, despite the utter confusion that the world around you is being. Stars lacking their glow, wind without a direction, it's complete madness, yet, I know how your speaker copes. Well done.

[Roger Turgeon]

Grounded in madness.....well at least you know it...we all just suspected ( : O )

[Frieda P]

HA! I actually choked on my coffee....funny guy, you...thanks Roger ;P

[Roger Turgeon]

If you smiled...I am done here ( : O )

[Frieda P]

If that was your goal, mission accomplished! ;)

[Matching Socks]

I love this Frieda, it's a complete contradiction yet it works.
Being grounded amongst the madness.
A wind with in direction I love that, like a tornado that will sweep you up to the land of Oz.
I know you're shaking your head right now wondering what is she prattling on about. :P

[Frieda P]

That's me a conflict of interest in my head. :) Point me towards Oz will ya pal? Nope, not shaking my head, I got it, I guess that makes us both nutters... ;P

[Matching Socks]

Lol. I guess so.

Look up Frieda, Oz is just beyond the clouds but not quite as far as heaven.

[Frieda P]

Now you're talking castles in the sky...that's a whole other poem haha

[Lyn Anderson]

For me, this is how some of us cope. I think of it as just crazy enough to be sane allowing for us to carry on

[Frieda P]

No doubt, thanks KL....