~strangled crinose poppies

Tasted the bitter ashes

         in my soul's negligence, 

remiss in compensation's

           injurious affectation's of calm

failure to exorcise demonic actions

          in protective prose's intent,

predilection's contemptuous roar

               in pseudo-intent's  grievous denials,

hung in a webbed salvation 

           of appointed dispensation,

slaughtered  in a scarlet noose

               of strangled crinose poppies

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sunya]

I've read that sorrow never grabs you, if it did you'd never be able to let go of it..unless sorrow decides to let go of you :)
The poem is lovely and very deep..more like reading about failure to hide failure from self which results in regrets and loathing...if...if I understood it correctly :p But then again I think this is too high level poetry for me to understand without sitting and making notes :D hehe
Respect Ma'am
-Sunya

[Frieda P]

I don't know where you read that, but it's a bunch of malarkey. ;) Thanks so much Sunya.

[Sunya]

Haha is it? Its all upto you, to be happy or be sad..

[MAC]

a very strongly stated yet vulnerable write Frieda....just lovely

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we can never write them all out, we can only try....

and that we do

and you among us, do it so well...

jacob

[Tate Morgan]

The pains fo regret that flow from wounds rendered when we fail is what i get from this

[Ashira Macy]

You doing alright my friend? I could feel the waves of dark despair thrashing against the rocky shore of uncertainty in this. As always your words are so beautiful, even if they are absolutely wounding.

[kublakhan27]

Sigh, I should have read this sooner love...I've told you in many reviews that I'll never truly be able to grasp the emotional essence of where certain poems come from, and I won't, but then there others that make me feel as though you've hacked my conscience, picked out my innermost thoughts, and dressed them in jaw-droppingly astounding poetry...

failure to exorcise demonic actions
in protective prose's intent...no, as much as we write, the demons never die...writing is the best release there is, but they always find a way to talk us into reinstating them...poetry is like emotional insulin, and you know that yours never fails, and never will fail, to sweeten this bitter soul :) xo

[NoelHC]

Moving and sad. I admit I had to look up the meaning of crinose. Well written.

[Frieda P]

Funny you should say Noel, that was actually my inspiration as the word of the day, you just never know....leave it to the muse, thanks so much.

[NoelHC]

Yes, when I searched it, "Word of the Day" was one of the matches. And only two apostrophes! ; )

[Frieda P]

Sheesh, I must be losing my touch!! :)

[NoelHC]

I heard rumors their is an alien about, attacking and absorbing alliterative apostrophes.

[Frieda P]

The 'other' big mouth started that rumor.....

[NoelHC]

Dooof! "there" not "their" in my previous. And with that check out Weird Al Yankovic's take on Blurred Line, "Word Crimes" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gv0H-vPoDc

[Frieda P]

Ha Cute, I have a better one. ;)
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/friedapickle/1321341/

[redflutterby]

Its hard for me to review your dark poems anymore. Ive read this one multiple times and each time my chest tightens at your painful words. They settle in...their weight so palpable..leaving me praying that some of this horror will finally release its grip on you. xo

[Frieda P]

Thanks for you sweet words Red, it's best to release it in poetry, at least no broken dishes to clean up after. xo

[Rita L. Sev]

Deep and dark, yet you have chosen words that find a beauty in the shadows, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Grazi mille Rita.

[Einstein Noodle]

you have enigmatized me ... you are a mesmerizing complexity of rearrangements .. your themes are ever woven threads overlapping all of you!

i ... on the other hand ... am so glad to have met you .. ;)
and thank you Freida girl ... thank you very much!

[Frieda P]

You humble me sweet E, thanks so much. xo

[Avinash]

Dark, Gloomy ..seems like a way to a castle where light has not reached for very long.

[Frieda P]

I love that interpretation Avinash, grazie mille.