_Abstract Windowpain_

For my son ♥ “You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.” Edwin Louis Cole

Abstract casements crack

   as electroscopic tendencies

      claw at open obi's dim glass,

blurred in kaleidoscopic scenery

   acid rains hit windowpain,

  profundity of hues out of skew

        seeping sunlight's gray views,

   onto the ledge of absurdity's escape

           fractured reflections of night,

  opulence of day slammed shut 

        on the avenue of broken security,

          apertures within the framework

   ten thousand tears of fear's sashes

         tune the refractory passages,

breathing in toxic airwaves 

     auspicious mornings took a dive

wafting throughout soul's austerity,

    rhyming outside a benign landscape

     overcast in panoramic technicolor,

    blinded in melody's  unlocked squeeze

            squinting through the eye of a needle

Author's Note

captcha-downwith ~Painting by Andrea Beech

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

It is intriguing to follow Frieda's poetry not only does it offer an intellectual challenge which is something I crave for but it is also challenging on the imaginative level as well. Double whammy. As I find myself taking it in hoping for a reflection of some sort I find a gesture that at times opens up but then i shuts quickly as ifnot let in all the negativity of the surroundings. At times also a feeling of eager anticipation followed by the acceptance of a challenging a situation that it is hard and it wishes to be resolved yet no obvious solution is on offer.

Painted experiences

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

That's my first 'double whammy' as a review, nice of you to say Rene, I'd like to quickly shut it down myself at times....

[Patricia]

Oh it's so nice to be back and read your work again, it never disappoints and always a pleasure to read such talent. Well done friend! :)))

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Speechless at how your poetic writing expresses so much, and it always written with a crafted talent! Wonderfully done!

[Patrick]

The style of writing is easy to read and the content is relatable. A very worthwhile read.

[redzone]

Frieda, you twist out hearts with you words, especially in those poems that flow from your love of your sister and your son, these poems are a "profundity of hues out of skew", they reflect as glass often does distortions, the struggle for solutions abstracted from life which is a harsh abstraction itself... and besides this Fried you show us how to feel... how to share and care about other s.. this is the kind of poetry, art that helps us be human..

Each line has it's uniqueness, but I think it's the whole that gives us it's reflection, the view seen through the eye of a needle (which has meaning beyond what can be seen)... hope your son is doing better.. it is a hard fight..
love and hugs to you Frieda. ~~redzone

[KAREN]

Once again your word choices blows my mind. This is a very creative write, and I love the flow as I read the poem.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is raw and real -- goosebumps of the kind I would prefer not to have. You have captured so much here in this poem -- the addict and the person who loves him/her -- so powerful coupled with the music, but also a message of survival, and strength, and getting past it.

[R Smith]

It's beautiful, i'm not qualified to review this work, it's a million miles above me or my words, wonderful Frieda :)

[redflutterby]

What we see through that windowpane often dictates our outlook on everything. Someone I knew once said if you don't like the view then choose a new one. Easier said than done really. Powerful write here and a deeply personal one I know. x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you squeeze the reader with your imagery...I was gasping for breath by the end of this.

you do pain so well, there is a transference...

[kublakhan27]

You always save your best material for the ones you love Frieda, which is saying something considering how damn good you are at this poetry thing...I think I've said this about past forays into this subject matter, and now I'm saying it for this one...this is as eloquent, imaginative, and (of course) moving a piece as I've ever read regarding this theme, and I know I could offer many more superlatives that apply if I kept thinking about it...as I've said countless times, I don't know how you do it, and 'it' refers to many different things...if someone ever asked me to describe you in as few words as possible, that's what I would say...this is not the kind of writing that anybody can do, even if they spent their entire lives trying...there's a very miniscule and select group of people that just have it, and you just have it...

'profundity of hues out of skew'...that is absolute perfection...it could apply to so many different things and so many different facets of life, but as far your message goes here, I could never dream up a more succinct assessment of the situation in a single line...

'rhyming outside a benign landscape
overcast in panoramic technicolor'...I started welling up when I got to these lines...I know just what you're talking about, and where you find these words I'll never know, cuz I've never known anyone else who has found words like these...you found them within of course, but your 'within' is an almost mythical place to me...I know it is a byproduct of many years of suffering, but still, it's the talent...many have suffered in their own ways but nobody else is writing this kind of stuff...your talent is where this all starts, and I never thought I'd meet anyone that was this good...

Guess I'm sounding pretty over-the-top at this point, but I speak from the heart...I don't do over-the-top...sometimes you just write these things that get me going and make it hard for me to stop...my eyes are still damp for many reasons...I don't know to wrap this up...you're the best, that's all...xo