~ tissue paper flower derangement

 Amidst meadows

         of tissue paper

             flower arrangements,

wilting as altered allusions 

     faltering in dreamy conclusions,  

reeling 'neath an

        unconscious sun,

inverted butterflies 

             clumsily capsize 

helter-skelter in

                chaotic entanglements, 

        under webbed canopies 

                   of refuted lackluster light,

planting disillusioned

 derangement 

in diffused gardens,

plotted bouquets

    swagg'd a gnarly design

       of synthetic delusions

              

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

When allusions morph and tissue paper can actually wilt, we know we are walking through the fantasy land of Frieda's mind. Where else could butterflies be inverted and sun be rendered unconscious? Surrealistic imagery. Always a pleasure to take a trip through your mind, Frieda. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

You should know that's how we roll in joisey Lydikey, did you forget? ;) Grazie mille....

[Lydia Shutter]

Nah, never forget...c'est impossible!

[Briana O'Connor]

Love the depth of the words here. The illustration created by the weaving of phrases was pure ecstacy. Such a beautiful way to describe derrangement! Thank you for sharing.

[Matching Socks]

Frieda, those poor butterflies.
I think I know the feeling though, of falling and getting tangled up in a big mess...
Beautiful work.

[InsanityWriter]

I absolutely love reading your poetry Frieda. I can always count on you writing with rich imagery and beautiful words. ;)

[Dr. Wood ?]

Tres surreal your maj.....I LOVED it, the pretenders will always be found out for what they really ARE

[kublakhan27]

Have I mentioned that sick people are not supposed to write this good love? You waste no time spreading the vibe of your brilliance, because it's usually right there in the title, and this is one of the best titles I think you've come up with...an absolutely ingenious piece of wordplay, I can't overstate that...this piece takes me to many places...on the most literal level, it does sound like the musings of a sick person, though again, you're not supposed to be able to write about it this good ;)

planting disillusioned
derangement
in diffused gardens...this is where my mind really started to wander...I think I need a book to cover all the different places this took me too...this little bit blew the doors open on this poem and made it an imaginative free-for-all...the process of writing is certainly hiding in that metaphor somewhere, among so many other things...and then there's the closer...synthetic delusions huh? I just wonder though, does a delusional person realize they're delusional? ;) I know I'm not delusional when I say you're the best poet I know, and an endless source of inspiration...get well soon Mrs.R, cuz this piece is just so average you know? hahaha ;) xo

[Lyn Anderson]

Leave it to Frieda to make tissue paper flowers sound dark and disturbing. I love it. P.S. you probably meant dream's

[Frieda P]

Ha ha that made me actually laugh out loud....I wrote this one whilst I wasn't feeling too well, does that 'splain it? ;)

[Lyn Anderson]

Could be. I dunno. Your mind is a wonderful place to explore.:)

[Frieda P]

Ahh thanks, that was supposed to be 'dreamy'...not sure where that last letter went, must be Freaky Frieday....

[Frieda P]

Look alright now, I changed it at the last minute...ha wonderful is debatable dragon sista. ;)

[Lyn Anderson]

Well, I like dark and questionable places ...:)

[Frieda P]

Ha not touching that, not one word. ;)

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, come on, you know you wanna, lol, and love the switch.

[Frieda P]

We'll have the entire cafe aflutter. ;) ha