Grounded madness...A Poem by Frieda P_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 PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on August 25, 2014Last Updated on August 25, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf 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..Writing
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