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Forged in adversity's sword

Forged in adversity's sword

A Poem by Frieda P
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 forged in flames of adversity's sword,
   whispering ink leaking upon blotted sins

obscure as an eclipse's darkly allure
  rhapsodic rubbish of an untimely rhyme,
golden shimmer threads woven intricately
     in a noose of slip knot's scarlet ribbons behest
bequests through portals of  complicity

    machinations of another time and place

laced within roots of strangling tendrils

  mutated pretty posies succumb to ancient stories

dancing round the fire of life's indignities

    drowning of impertinence in molten ash
streaming soot of directive flow's utterances
          cannot deny the existence of hell's vortex
as the gravitas and bombastic preponderance
      in this perpetual travesty unfurls
its utterances in my pretentious voice's hush
     hardly matching those in my preposterous head,
yet truth rings clear as a bell's death toll
verses etched as silken decoys unfolded in titanium's recoil
    hiding in the recesses of silent protocol's evasive gibberish
grousing under a tidal wave of crushed soul's imperfections
    breached indignity of  transgression's metaphors
rewarded by awkward stares of disbelief and disgust
 personification well versed in the clamoring of history's chapters
            dog eared and closed the tale in finality's avoidance,
forbore the stealthy decay in corruption of one's eyes
         hiding rather in the sorted shadows than turn the page,
                        face the nakedness of music's symbolic reality 
     damage done can't be erased from old dusty passages, 
      yet, I still leave a light on for courage of a divine moon's charm
                     to shine brilliantly through the dim cracks





© 2014 Frieda P



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Frieda, this has me tongue tied, it poetry to the nth degree and there is too much to say, so many thought to express and all would make make the poem less profound in its contemplations of what a life is all about... "turn the page", "on the road again"..

I wrote a poem called "Turn the Page" a few years ago and will post it as a sort of reply , or better yet a continuing conversation around this theme...

But let me just say that I love this poem Frieda, its why you are a very special woman and poet ... it touches my heart deeply..
Curt

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Your sentiments have touched my heart Curt, looking forward to reading your poem. You always bring .. read more



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April couldn't have said it better, but wow, this is a really good one. Although, I have to say, yes, gotta turn that page, and try not to go back to the dog eared ones too much ...

Posted 3 Years Ago


the words drown my wandering mind and wash away my fears, there's so much intrigue and grumbling undertones to fill my cup and overflow, I'm diving back in for another swim in this most marvelous work of poetic genius. Frieda :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


OMG one of my favorite songs! not sure about this arrangement though... lol

ok, on to the poem... Isn't this one...ummmm. layered.. some of the phrasing in here has me scratching my head wondering of intent...

Pretentious voice?... hardly....
preposterous head?... don't think so...
silken decoys?... can't fool those who look deep enough:P we see that truth!
evasive gibberish?... that's where you choose to hide?
that tidal wave isn't always as strong or as weak... imperfections are what make us special ma'am.
those stares are clearly from those who don't know and understand so--ignore!
those shadows don't control... light cracking in there is enough sometimes... turn that dang page a write a new naked song girlfriend!! only revisiting those dog-eared ones on special occasions..

this one makes me want to bring a bottle of wine (or two) over and me and you and kitty cat have us a damn good time and a few hugs mixed in there for good measure... jeez... heck squishy ones:)




Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda, this one is penned with a finesse that I can only stare at in awe and wonder. You are such a gifted writer, whose words flow through you like fine wine. Thank you for sharing this with us.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Such a stylish and elegant poetry...admire your skills my friend!


Posted 3 Years Ago


I was stumbling about, bleary eyed, and ran smack into this lamp post of your, Frieda. I found it very illuminating. So much so that I was able to see stuff "shine brilliantly through the cracks" that the impact left in my noggin. Honestly, I think this is one of the finest pieces I have ever read of yours. The vocabulary lesson: outstanding. The sequencing: ..would drive Mozart insane. The philisophical inudendo: ..Plato and Socrates should be bemused for days at the unravelling of this Gordian Knot (or tapestry, I haven't quite decided which it more closely resembles.) It stands out in the Outstanding queue of "things to read before you die a slow and painful death." I gently sit my expresso on the small round table, raise my hands and applaud your brilliance.

100 well-versed stories

Posted 3 Years Ago


Very exquisitely woven words. The complexity of this piece and the message entwined is a soul wrenching masterpiece. thank you for sharing.

Posted 3 Years Ago


What an intriguing reading. I must have read it a few imes and everytime I read it I discovered something new . A new impulse poured thourgh my brain. A new emotion went thorugh me. A new dimension tried to unravel. I could only feel strongly as a gesture that something was unravelling. That there is a level of acceptance in this words yet not happy words. Evasive gibberish
grousing under a tidal wave of crushed soul's imperfections breached indignity of transgression's metaphors. That right there left me thinking. But right at the end there could be some light coming in in hope for better days.

Let's hope

Thankyou

Posted 3 Years Ago


You are so amazingly talented, and the imagery you put forth in these writes blows me away! Good job

Posted 3 Years Ago



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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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