Poetic justice myths

dark blank pages, in my soul's view

written in reasoning's default

Greek tragedies off the ledge

calculating a mindless scream

whispered under dispensation's breath

climbing the allotted wall's ballot

of poetic justice's myths 

indulgences of the spirit kind proselytized 

dealing out awards for time shares

permission granted, courtesy of unrest

brass tacks on the deck of substance

matters not the actualization

real world spun on a dime

leaving no time for still life's induction

corruption in tradition's regulations

installation's selection institutionalized 

confinement in loss of gray density

nothing lasts forever, so says the rain... 

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

You are definitely back Mrs.R...your poems are always the toughest for me to review because it's so hard to find the words to articulate how they make me feel...you know I hold your words close to my heart though, I always have...I couldn't help but smile at the Greek tragedy reference ;) The last line is a knockout. What more can I say, you never fail to enforce the reasons as to why you're my favourite poet :) xo

[Frieda P]

Oh Benji, you're definitely getting a squishy hug and sloppy kiss for this one! Mwah! :) xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha I'll be waiting patiently Mrs.R, mwah ;) xo

[lee von cleef]

the black and white of life, the T V ,western dust blowing swirls with a tumbling tumble weed, one lone sheriff chasing a whole herd of outlaws,( not the position for your horse to be or not to be, if that is a question) I miss you Freida, Heck I miss me, "Poetic Justice" or a witches tit in a brass bra, tomato ta mato , Cold ,justices is cold, Callus . is that a noun or a verb ? or both ? B B Q ,Time span weighted by rain, the brine of the Ocean Polar melt, filling a canyons floor, to feed the planet life. " confinement in loss of gray density" now to big words or four,confinement - destiny -density loss grey so many shades, sparse- scarce
if you happen upon a James Joyce fan, buy em a beer, cold "Caffrey’s Irish Ale", The Colorado Beer Kings, Coors,did not like it competing with their ? Killigen ? so good luck finding one. But I believe a young Joyce, would have had a cool one, to insight his properly layered love of love ,Poetic Justice, Bob Seger
"And points all her own sitting way up high"thank you Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Geez, how did I even breathe without your intense madness whilst I was gone?! Good to see you my sweet wayward friend x

Brass bra, eh? ;-)

[lee von cleef]

bout outa power, colder then a well diggers ars in Montana , colder then a witches tit in a brass bra, when it is this hot I use thoughts to cool off, but Bob Seger helps too,

[Avinash]

It's giving deep sense of blue. But it is hard fact that our words will always fall short of the feelings we want to convey. May be only another soul can receive the vibration on the same wavelength but then we would need no words.

[Frieda P]

Hmm true Avinash, you made me think about my own writing....grazie!

[Cory Barrett]

I am overwhelmed with this one. My petty mind its having a hard time digesting it all. There is so much here defining what we attempt to do in poetry. I think i need to be smarter for this one.

[Frieda P]

Boy, you're down on yourself today, I read your status earlier, having a bad one? Poetry reads differently to everyone, it's whatever you want it to be, thanks for reading....

[Ken Simm.]

I am continually amazed at your mature use of this art form Frieda. And that last line is a killer.

[Frieda P]

Mature, ha...will you tell my kids that? ;-) Thanks so much Ken, means a lot coming from your brilliant self!

[Lyn Anderson]

Nothing lasts forever, but that doesn't make it poetic justice. Apparently, we are the same wave length.:)

[Frieda P]

That's what she said ;-) Ha, thanks KL.....