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
Frieda, this has me tongue tied, it poetry to the nth degree and there is too much to say, so many thought to express and all would make make the poem less profound in its contemplations of what a life is all about... "turn the page", "on the road again"..
I wrote a poem called "Turn the Page" a few years ago and will post it as a sort of reply , or better yet a continuing conversation around this theme...
But let me just say that I love this poem Frieda, its why you are a very special woman and poet ... it touches my heart deeply..
Curt
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Your sentiments have touched my heart Curt, looking forward to reading your poem. You always bring .. read moreYour sentiments have touched my heart Curt, looking forward to reading your poem. You always bring a smile my sweet friend.
April couldn't have said it better, but wow, this is a really good one. Although, I have to say, yes, gotta turn that page, and try not to go back to the dog eared ones too much ...
the words drown my wandering mind and wash away my fears, there's so much intrigue and grumbling undertones to fill my cup and overflow, I'm diving back in for another swim in this most marvelous work of poetic genius. Frieda :)
OMG one of my favorite songs! not sure about this arrangement though... lol
ok, on to the poem... Isn't this one...ummmm. layered.. some of the phrasing in here has me scratching my head wondering of intent...
Pretentious voice?... hardly....
preposterous head?... don't think so...
silken decoys?... can't fool those who look deep enough:P we see that truth!
evasive gibberish?... that's where you choose to hide?
that tidal wave isn't always as strong or as weak... imperfections are what make us special ma'am.
those stares are clearly from those who don't know and understand so--ignore!
those shadows don't control... light cracking in there is enough sometimes... turn that dang page a write a new naked song girlfriend!! only revisiting those dog-eared ones on special occasions..
this one makes me want to bring a bottle of wine (or two) over and me and you and kitty cat have us a damn good time and a few hugs mixed in there for good measure... jeez... heck squishy ones:)
Frieda, this one is penned with a finesse that I can only stare at in awe and wonder. You are such a gifted writer, whose words flow through you like fine wine. Thank you for sharing this with us.
I was stumbling about, bleary eyed, and ran smack into this lamp post of your, Frieda. I found it very illuminating. So much so that I was able to see stuff "shine brilliantly through the cracks" that the impact left in my noggin. Honestly, I think this is one of the finest pieces I have ever read of yours. The vocabulary lesson: outstanding. The sequencing: ..would drive Mozart insane. The philisophical inudendo: ..Plato and Socrates should be bemused for days at the unravelling of this Gordian Knot (or tapestry, I haven't quite decided which it more closely resembles.) It stands out in the Outstanding queue of "things to read before you die a slow and painful death." I gently sit my expresso on the small round table, raise my hands and applaud your brilliance.
What an intriguing reading. I must have read it a few imes and everytime I read it I discovered something new . A new impulse poured thourgh my brain. A new emotion went thorugh me. A new dimension tried to unravel. I could only feel strongly as a gesture that something was unravelling. That there is a level of acceptance in this words yet not happy words. Evasive gibberish
grousing under a tidal wave of crushed soul's imperfections breached indignity of transgression's metaphors. That right there left me thinking. But right at the end there could be some light coming in in hope for better days.
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..