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...

[NoelHC]

In my mind, the music playing, and the description just made me think of the Bols liqueur with the music box and ballerina dancing inside.
I notice my reviews of you today have had an alcohol theme, I think I need a drink.

I loved this one. No dictionaries were harmed in my reading of this poem. : )

[Frieda P]

I've never seen that, had to google...that's pretty cool. Alcohol theme? Must be on your mind cowboy. ;) Thanks & cheers....

[Latifa]

the wordiness here is spectecular, I had to look them up to understand the whole meaning, truly one of kind writings.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Latifa, I love when I learn new words, jazz'd you enjoyed. :)

[Latifa]

I love it too

[Pryde Foltz]

nothing is as it seems
through
figments of
pigmented
window's
grand delusions

Stained-glass lunettes make every day fractured. Tremendous write, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Indeed, fractured 'lunettes' will make us loony in the very least, thanks so much Pryde peacock.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I curse you for always making me think and contemplate life with your words, but I also thank you because if I wasn't thinking then I am not growing as an individual.

[Frieda P]

Ha you'll thank me in the morning. :)

[kublakhan27]

It took me a while to review this one because it's taking a while to sink in...I wonder if I'm trying too hard to find meanings in it that simply aren't there, or if I do have the meanings and they're gumming up my conscience...you were clearly inspired in the midst of writing this one Mrs.R...it is incredibly rich in imagery even by your own lofty standards...every once in a while you produce a piece that humbles me to the point of wondering if you've left anything for anyone else to say, namely myself...

Smoke and mirrors, bloody false pretenses, blistered promises, nothing as it seems...there is an unmistakable undercurrent of betrayal fueling this piece, and that's what has held me up with this one...it's not an uncommon theme for you, but for the first time ever, it worries me...I have no idea how to elaborate on that, but it's how this piece makes me feel...and what a piece it is...this is definitely one of your greatest hits love...I am dizzy in the wake of this one...I give this a 1000 rating if I could...xo

[Frieda P]

Wow Steve, you always blow my skirt up with your poignant reviews, but this one takes the cake...just purging, you know that kind of poetry that releases the soul so you don't get bogged down in the muck & mire, I know you know where I'm coming from. Thanks so much dear Benji. xo

[kublakhan27]

It's always a pleasure my sweet friend...xo

[R Smith]

That's amazing Frieda, wish i was half as erudite as you :)

[Frieda P]

Isn't that a raw vegetable platter? ;) ha...thanks so much Richard, you're too kind.

[R Smith]

I wondered what it was! Thought I'd say it anyway makes me look wise and cool :p

[Frieda P]

You ARE cool. ;) I'm a half-baked cabbage head. haha

[R Smith]

Never! you could not be half baked.....maybe completely baked but never half haha

[Frieda P]

You're too kind my friend. ;)

[redzone]

damn Frieda, I am sitting in a room where these "spun anomalies" are zipping around everywhere... OUCH! "bloody false pretenses" just smacked me in the head... and there is this "spinning music the color
of naked psycho" circulating and I am thinking, whoa Frieda, let me throw you a sword and shield before I realized that I was reading the cut off anomalies that were once hiding in that "smoke and mirrors", that you conquered.... After, reading again and again, I think that as we come to dig into things, delusion vanishes and these horrors are forced to look at the light of day.. or the ever wonderfulness of Fried-A-Pickle, aka: La Dulcinea and her magic pen (aka: sword)...

I never heard this song or group before, thanks for the intro, but it was a great choice to embed in this poem cause it made the words spin out at "Fever Pitch". You just simply amaze me with your poetry...

[Frieda P]

You always make me smile with your reviews dear Curt, you have to watch out for those out of control zipping anomalies, they'll get you every time. ;) Thanks so much dearheart.

[Lyn Anderson]

There are times when things you write seethe with a darkness and anger that is powerful, and potent, and thinly veiled, like a smile behind gritted teeth. Delusions, illusions, and nothing is as it seems at first glance.

[Frieda P]

I was having a moment, had to purge it to paper or my ink would have melted.

[Sami Khalil]

Grand delusions are fed by the spoonful of insanity diffusion. In the counterbalance is throwing the weight of mighty deliverance. The soul is tiptoeing in the dance of ballet pretenses. An excellent one...:)...........

[Frieda P]

You got it, grazie mille Sami. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)..................................