~Fallen ink

Who shall I be, 

  if not in the guise

          of a stranger

lurking about abstruse

          gray magma's rhyme

if I would dream

          a dream of reality

could this veracious

             facade exhale

    hushed in the light of day,

appease the hungry ghosts

    satiate my ferocious thirst,

would rotting flesh

             avert a glaring stare

 glance unto 

             refinement's path,

     would you say my name

     if my skin were marred,

tattooed in

                taboo reminders,

    if past were pen'd to paper

with a newfangled fairy tale

     might you be my

             prince of darkness,

should you whisper

            sweet acceptance

         in mine ear

       might it charm 

     inky hollow fear's 

     untenanted allegory,

Alas, even in my

    flawed fantasy, 

        poetic bosh

  rears its

 palaver sword

      upon an utterly 

   unfathomable,

       hauntingly

       fabled 

              disaster

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

if I would dream
a dream of reality....That's what you do every time you write a poem Mrs.R...looks like freedom but it feels like death, it's somewhere in between I guess...yes love, you are despair and ecstasy, nightmare and fairytale...your poetic conscience is neither here nor there, anybody can be here or there...you're on your own dimension creatively, and I'm just tailgating, hanging on for the ride...'pen'd' to paper'...just one little example of your majestic wordplay...it seems inconspicuous enough, but if one stops to think about it, you realize just how much brilliance is in that little twist...you never fail to humble me love...I'd say more but have to save some of my expressions of awe for your next poem...that one will inevitably blow me away too...xo

[Frieda P]

You're too good to me Steve, I wasn't too crazy about this, and was going to bin it, until you convinced me otherwise, thanks so much for your kind words my sweet friend, you humble me, truly. x

[kublakhan27]

Haha I told you love, just trust Benji...he's an editor too don't forget ;) I know for a fact that you have nothing that merits a binning...and of course I don't say these things just to humble you...you're that good...always a pleasure my dear Frieda :) x

[Moonie]

Beautiful and oh so saddening. This one has a dream like surreal quality to it. There are some stunning phrases in this one--"gray magma's rhyme", "  if my skin were marred,tattooed in      .....          taboo reminders,",
"untenanted allegory,",    "  poetic bosh  rears its palaver sword"... Ha, I wish I could paste the entire poem here. I love (and I mean LOVE in BIG SHOUTY CAPITALS!!) each and every word. It reads like the soliloquy of a dark princess(kinda like the feminine version of Prince Hamlet, if I may say...) Amazing! :). Added to my library!

You've been away for a long time, dear! I wish to hear from you soon. I only had the pleasure to know you for a short while. I hope you would come back soon.

[redzone]

there is no ""fairy tale" here Frieda, just you, raw and uncooked, "tattooed in taboo" with your blood seen as a blotch" left on the bottom of this poem as a result of that "palaver sword", ouch!

Steve's review nailed it... each poem you write is pieces of you, realities of yourself, yes, different dimensions of writing abilities and then you add music, "Fallen", I know you may feel this way as you write, but I'd say not, especially when you pen words that express such scarred emotion.

you may think I'm strange, Frieda, yes, "sweet acceptance" has already been given... ~~redzone