_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....

[MomzillaNC]

As always, an intellectual venture. Looking at our lives through windowpanes stained by the acid rains of all those darkened days gone by.

[TL Boehm]

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,

and the quote. we take in destruction little by little until there is nothing left of who we are. A poignant write, Miss Frieda