~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..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Good golly Moonbeam… you literally took reality by the throat and strangled it to death… twice!!

[Frieda P]

Sometimes once is not enough, thanks Dale!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Especially when it comes to pringles chips, LOL

[Frieda P]

Ha you're watching too much b**b tube!

[Rene Salinas]

Darkened days as the world feels empty, It seems that it hurts to hate anything, so many words left unspoken and I guess you would be the first to say that you are not a slave of anyone but it still seems to make you wonder. The feeling here bleak. not worth continuing with that reflection as it got heavy and I tend to agree with KL this sound is hard and maybe the best that one can do is observe and behold.

Beautifully dark

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rene.

[Matching Socks]

Darkness is here again, such a hard piece to read and I imagine to write.
Those memories and feelings can be buried deep but they will keep coming back.
Very emotional piece Frieda, heartbreaking.

[Frieda P]

They tend to resurface when I least expect it, thanks Ana Sophia.

[Lyn Anderson]

Some things cannot be exorcised. They can be shoved, talked about, dealt with, put away, locked up, and managed, but not completely obliterated. And faking it is sometimes the best we can do to make it through.

[Frieda P]

Yep, fake it till you make it...thanks KL.

[TL Boehm]

webbed salvation so much more the dangling noose that wrings the flower of color and life. Eesh this is a deeep write friend Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Eesh, I pictured your face saying that. :) Thanks so much Tam.

[Ruth]

This is saddening and heavy dear heart, gentle hugs...your words and metaphor drip with melancholy but beautifully rendered by a beautiful heart xo

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille for your kind words beautiful Poppy. xo

[Bill O. Writes]

Very rich but seemingly somber item here. Love it. Speaks to me of inner reflection and blaming yourself for mistakes/actions.

Whether I'm right or wrong in that respect it's still a solid piece and wonderfully written.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Bill, like your interpretation muchly.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

My Lady we are all in pain and guarded and thus we often make rash decisions. This is blatant, brutal, sensitive and beautiful poetry.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much John, jazz'd you felt this one...