Spun out anomalies...

_spoonful of smoke & mirrors_

poetic retractions

      gnashing night's prayers 

scribbling braille,

    written sideways

         in holy water's retention

spinning music the color

            of naked psycho

burnished souls keep on ticking,

              half past compromise

     spoonful of smoke and mirrors

         sans sugar's trip,

anointed of rose red 

            bloody false pretenses

dancing off-balance 

       as pseudoscience

            allusions's  pirouette

whirling out of control on

        staged tapestry's loftiness

surrendered ballet slippers 

        of blister'd promises

twisted metaphors

         tuned of spun anomalies

birds on a wire tweet,

          rusty blue's rendition

rendered as inky inquisitions

           of pedal'd pink fluff

exhaling paroxysms of 

            enraged deliverance 

nothing is as it seems  

through

     figments of 

           pigmented

              window's

                  grand delusions

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel this in a different way....naked, uncovered, phonies of poetry...I feel like one sometimes...I have the delusion I am a poet...but where do the words come from? I am uncertain...am I really writing what I write...is my pseudonym a cover up for a false front...a false identity....is my poetry just smoke and mirrors, am I perjuring myself with my words?

lots to ponder, given your words...this is incredible.

[Frieda P]

Coming from you that means a lot, thanks jacob for your insightful words...

[Coyote Poetry]

I missed your words. Always a pleasure to fall into your words. I liked your thoughts and questions in the amazing poetry. Grand delusions can make us dance on the wrong dance floor. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kleio13]

Your poems are always gracious Frieda and I adore you inch by inch each read. I can tell how much you have been spun out and from my interpretations, you`ve been spun out and trying to come up with a conclusion as to what/who is fake and what/who isn't.

Great work and I love the physical flow of your verses.

K.

[Hitchhiker]

Kickass poetry, Frieda. Lost within your words, you ponder back to that old standby, "What's it all about, Alfie." The greatest minds (your included) had written thousands of tomes and epic poetry to seek the answers we all so desperately need answering . . . Still, I wonder if, when answered would that still our thirst for more?

[KAREN]

Thank you, Frieda P for another creative write. Your poems take readers places, I like that!

[Rita L. Sev]

No sugar, but that pedal'd pink fluff keeps us choking it down... An amazing spiral of pondering, Frieda.

[Ruth]

There is such innocence amidst the wandering here...the case of the shell, broken yet not fully open, preserving the moments it can inside...beautiful xo

[Tai Ryens]

What lovely descriptions of the highs we go through as we adopt arguments and argue with people whose opinions seem like gibberish, whose logic we can't seem to grasp and the same goes the other way around. Two people speaking the same language but different dialects, getting so frustrated when nobody can get anywhere. Why, as you've described it, it's almost like the intense feeling of ecstasy sans the high and the joy! Well done, as always.

[Aprille]

Oh my, this is so poetic. I'm a bit disappointed to myself when it took me a while before I understand. I love the structure, the words and metaphors. Amazing write is all a young girl could say. ;)

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem brings a nice smile to my face .. we all blow a little smoke now and then .. but thank the good Lord for expression .. every line a treat as per your way with words and spinning .. thank you for turning me on to the song .. it has a lot of tenuto ..
E.

[Frieda P]

Always happy to bring a smile to your genuine face E..if you were a song, you'd have plenty of tenuto. :) Grazie mille.

[TL Boehm]

This poem and many of your poems have this amazing effect - its like watching a strobe light if that makes sense. Bright flashes of words quickly on the paper - often prismatic, beautiful and sometimes the darkness between the words is jarring.

[Frieda P]

Must be why I'm dizzy all the time, thanks Tam.