Purging Torrents

Rain in my soul bares

 me to the bone

    pours from the contours upward

     opaque teardrops

          hastily seep deep indigo

Night an eternity of dread

unsettled waiting pace

          mind takes a sojourn

thrusts of raw thunder

& ghostly maneuvers

What lies in the darkness

              that does not show

 truth in reality

     *you hide in the shadows discreetly*

 dancing on boogie street

  Daylight nestled between

         deluge of murky billows

        seek refuge in the asylum

                 denial of abstruse breath

        vortex safely tucked in 

                

Oleanders and violets

 never pop their potential

       sorely woeful regrets

   torrents oft stagnant

     grow dank and visceral here

  Should I decide to lay my head

          in a puddle of promise's descent

 perhaps an ingenious butterfly

        will flutter me with luminous

communion of

  perception's resolve & rapport

Reviews

[KurKota]

WoW !!! My friend.....this is a picture drawn with a magical pen ! Any words I would use to describe it would pale, in comparison of its own quailities. From the first lines "Rain in my Soul bares me to the bone".....what a grabbing, dramatic statement. Again, WoW....my friend !

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Kurkota, always love when a review starts with 'wow' ;-)

Then I know for sure it's made an impact...! Thanks, much appreciated.

[KurKota]

yeah,.... I kind of like the "WoW" at the end ! ....ya know whatta mean ? :)) Your welcome.

[InsanityWriter]

The imagery was spectacular! Awesome write!! :D

[Frieda P]

Thanks Skittles, so glad you enjoyed this one. ;-)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I really enjoyed this poem's almost meta-physical, challenging tone, the convoluted questionings of meaning, very clever writing

[Frieda P]

Thanks SHEEMA, this is a very special one for me, I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

[Michael G.]

Another very strong, emotional write. You even took the font to another level.

[Frieda P]

I don't know how I missed this one, WC has been screwing up royally, thanks so much Michael, much appreciated.

[Frieda P]

Dedicated to my dear sister today, a sad anniversary. She loved violets, oleanders and most of all butterflies, but could never compare to how much we miss you Lee. Eternal rest my sweet baby sis.

[Androglossia]

As we come of age, we grow prudent of the things that hurt us. We become overprotective with ourselves. Sometimes we mistake denial and pride with protection. Being a little bit of a musician and a little bit of a writer, I have over the years heard a few musical performances and read pieces of writings that I consider to be life enhancing, almost life changing, in their profundity and depth of soul. I can without a doubt rank this poem as having the exact same effect on me as that of listening to these wonders of the music world that I have been fortunate enough to hear.

[Frieda P]

Wow, I don't even know what to say to this, I'm humbled to say the least. I don't think I've ever been at such a loss for words by a review, deepest appreciation, thanks so much Maryanne.

[Androglossia]

You're very welcome:)

[Frieda P]

You made my night you know! ;-)

[Androglossia]

Glad I have:)

[Frieda P]

I'm having that review bronzed, what does that tell you? lol ;-)

[Androglossia]

O, that is going to make me speechless (blushed) :D

[Frieda P]

Wow, you're the second person that blushed tonight, I'm on a roll! ;-)

[Androglossia]

I knew who the other person is, lol.. Rock on Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Oh you know that sweet guy too? He's the best! ;-)

[Androglossia]

Yes he is:D

[DIVYA]

Oh..the torturous mind...
During the day one can escape the demons, seek refuge in the daylight...keep the vortex safely tucked in. It's the nights of incessant rain, that are an eternity of dread, when the mind, at rest, gets stuck in the raw thunder and ghouls. But...Inspite of the dank rot...there's still hope of butterflies showing the way to sunnier skies...

I read you loud and clear my friend. A memorable write from you.

[Frieda P]

You always read me loud and clear dear sister....how unfortunate for you is that! Thanks so much Divya xo

[DIVYA]

Come back...you’re missed so very much. I don’t why you left. In my thoughts always.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Wonderful! Releasing what haunts you is always a relief. Your poetic flow gives the reader time to soak in these torments. Night often brings the quiet in which our minds wander to those injuries inflicted upon the heart, those damages to our souls. Your strength is apparent in these words that give you a voice, I hear it in my head, steady and calm, vibrant with self preservation.
An amazing piece my friend!

[Frieda P]

Wow, I love your review, thanks so much Priscilla.

[Priscilla Sayers]

My pleasure:) I hope to read more soon.

[critic h]

wow! nycly written, any combination of the 26 alphabets will be insufficient to describe the poem.

[Frieda P]

Did you think I didn't believe you the first time? Thanks again ;-)

[critic h]

nycly written

[Frieda P]

Thanks critic h.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the idea of "pours upward"

teardrops maybe going the other way, back into the eyes...because we just don't let ourselves feel the sadness anymore, we grow cold toward it...become numb.

such vocabulary in this..exquisite wording.

jacob

[Frieda P]

Wow, I love your review jacob. I wasn't sure if anyone would get that part, figures it'd be you my friend. Thanks so much.