Forged in adversity's swordA Poem by Frieda P_ forged in flames of adversity's sword, whispering ink leaking upon blotted sins obscure as an eclipse's darkly allure rhapsodic rubbish of an untimely rhyme, golden shimmer threads woven intricately
in a noose of slip knot's scarlet ribbons behest bequests through portals of complicity machinations of another time and place laced within roots of strangling tendrils mutated pretty posies succumb to ancient stories dancing round the fire of life's indignities drowning of impertinence in molten ash streaming soot of directive flow's utterances cannot deny the existence of hell's vortex as the gravitas and bombastic preponderance in this perpetual travesty unfurls its utterances in my pretentious voice's hush hardly matching those in my preposterous head, yet truth rings clear as a bell's death toll verses etched as silken decoys unfolded in titanium's recoil hiding in the recesses of silent protocol's evasive gibberish grousing under a tidal wave of crushed soul's imperfections breached indignity of transgression's metaphors rewarded by awkward stares of disbelief and disgust personification well versed in the clamoring of history's chapters dog eared and closed the tale in finality's avoidance, forbore the stealthy decay in corruption of one's eyes hiding rather in the sorted shadows than turn the page, face the nakedness of music's symbolic reality damage done can't be erased from old dusty passages, yet, I still leave a light on for courage of a divine moon's charm to shine brilliantly through the dim cracks © 2014 Frieda PAuthor's Note
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Added on September 6, 2014Last Updated on September 7, 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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