Half past deliverance ~

Half past deliverance ~

A Poem by Frieda P
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_wicked nightmares, perhaps_

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Where the moon sets
     and crimson darkly rises,
living color in helter-skelter
      dreaded dreamscapes 
deafening core truths are pitted,
  inflamed hideous creatures
show their true nature's twist, 
posh ghosts reintegrate from dust
  reenacting on frosty terrain's 
     biting master plan scenario, 
haunting reverberation's, escort 
  splintered runaway strangers
     to have their own way
       free falling from the skies,
startled shortwave shocks 
   half past deliverance's aberrations 
            never to be assuaged
    in smoke and mirrors evocation, 
wounded eyes blink circumstance
      whilst incriminating prisoners
      strike as chord's regrets
          locked under surveillance,
appeased at the gates 
    of bloody damnation's incrimination
 reality's dawning light wavers subdued,
burbles of denial's bubbles popping
    fractured in existing frailty
    breathes contentment 
       in wakes allayed suspicions,
             daybreak filters on chance sanity 

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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" runaway strangers
to have their own way
free falling from the skies" - wonderful line! Love what it says and the flow.

You and Kubla have such similar styles, was this a coincidence or do you inspire each other haha.

Lots of good sinister imagery. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Frontier, I didn't think so but many people have said, that's quite the compliment si.. read more



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It is intriguing to see how the world that surrounds you literally hits you Frieda. It must be something to behold the way you have grown accustomed or not accustomed to see the people you see and feel through the things they say and the evocative nature of what situations represent in you. Yet for some unknown reason it felt in control as if it was the observed rather than the one that was doing the observation. Which shed light in a objective way. The painting of the language as per usual a delight at times soothing yet a lot of strength and might. And you suspect of what the true intention behind some is.

Mrs Marple can help.

Thankyou

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Something alright, why do you think I write, it's my therapy, or I'd implode. I think Jane was a sp.. read more
Wicked indeed… it rolls of the tongue and hits you right in the darkest part of the soul. Now my mind is mrs twisted then it was before.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

As if that were possible. :) I meant thanks muchly Dale....
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

10 Years Ago

Anything is possible Moonbeam.

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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..

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