Grounded madness...

Grounded madness...

A Poem by Frieda P
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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

© 2014 Frieda P


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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.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

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



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I just couldn't control my imagination but yet I have not come to conclusion, all I could think what was in your head? madness?

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Always madness in my head Mayank...I was trying to say was our acceptance of the darkness, gives us .. read more
Let only they who stepped into the fray take accolade for saving the live-long day.
Another bitter pill my Lady!

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John Alexander McFadyen

10 Years Ago

You concede? Has to be a first!
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

See 'sarcasm' dearheart!
John Alexander McFadyen

10 Years Ago

Mwah!!!!!!
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I had to read it 3 times, because each time I read it I imagined a variety of grounded madness :) x

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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Best compliment a poet could hear, jazz'd it took you there Tink! :) x
PP

10 Years Ago

I am grounded by virtue of your sweet madness! x
Another superb poem of power and a degree of insanity as well, I wish I had your ability with words its just incredible.

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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Richard, along with that goes my large degree of insanity, you still game? :)
R Smith

10 Years Ago

I'll match you insanity for insanity, wait till you've read all my stuff, about 200 + more to go yet.. read more
Oh so enticing. I was reading something by the name of the theory of madness and today I am met with this I am sure there is a thread there somewhere. The conrtrast however is that in the book I was reading madness is referred to as the lack of accepetance of the outer world leaving him/or her only with what is inside as reality. Your madness came at me like a concious vortex with its sole purpose to go from chaos to chaos to chaos for the building of something new. And although the renewal may not seem so obvious at the moment I think it is the grounding effect which patience will bring until that some day were all this whirwind will be a thing from the past.

They say patience is a virtue

Thankyou

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Rene Salinas

10 Years Ago

Do I detect sharm? I just look at my sharm sensors and they flickered.....
Rene Salinas

10 Years Ago

*Charm I meant.....
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I read 'sharm' on the live feed, and I was like huh? Of course, I'm always charmed. :)

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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