Half past deliverance ~

_wicked nightmares, perhaps_

Where the moon sets

     and crimson darkly rises,

living color in helter-skelter

      dreaded dreamscapes 

deafening core truths are pitted,

  inflamed hideous creatures

show their true nature's twist, 

posh ghosts reintegrate from dust

  reenacting on frosty terrain's 

     biting master plan scenario, 

haunting reverberation's, escort 

  splintered runaway strangers

     to have their own way

       free falling from the skies,

startled shortwave shocks 

   half past deliverance's aberrations 

            never to be assuaged

    in smoke and mirrors evocation, 

wounded eyes blink circumstance

      whilst incriminating prisoners

      strike as chord's regrets

          locked under surveillance,

appeased at the gates 

    of bloody damnation's incrimination

 reality's dawning light wavers subdued,

burbles of denial's bubbles popping

    fractured in existing frailty

    breathes contentment 

       in wakes allayed suspicions,

             daybreak filters on chance sanity 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Frontier]

" runaway strangers
to have their own way
free falling from the skies" - wonderful line! Love what it says and the flow.

You and Kubla have such similar styles, was this a coincidence or do you inspire each other haha.

Lots of good sinister imagery. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Frontier, I didn't think so but many people have said, that's quite the compliment since I think Steve is genius. :)

[AprilRN1210]

those filters get clogged up and skewed with time, and that chance sanity becomes more distant of a possibility it seems like sometimes... another well done piece ma'am.. never heard this song.. makes it more haunting...

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly April, jazz'd you enjoyed.

[Mayank]

We dream what we think, that is stored in our sub-conscious mind and all these imagery are part of it. This shows a gloomy side of yours, nightmare, perhaps.

[Frieda P]

Nightmares into daymares perhaps....thanks Mayank.

[icelandicblue]

I felt caught on another plane until the sun rose and made me feel safe again. Our existence is surreal our pain so real and our joy so fleeting. I think it is why I like Iceland with its 24 hours of sun in the summer, perhaps I could drink coffee all day and keep the ghosties and bogarts at bay.

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a plan, I'm ready, call me...

[Ruth]

Such wording here leaves me in awe...breathless actually...for as much darkness gasps within this, light breathes with double strength...you are one talented soul xo

[Frieda P]

You humble me with your kind words Poppy, thanks so much beautiful lady. xo

[s y e]

// biting master plan scenario,
haunting reverberation's, escort
splintered runaway strangers
to have their own way
free falling from the skies, //

Your imagery is gorgeous Frieda. Really, you have taken me into a whole other world with this one, the wording and imagery is spot on and poetic techniques are on point - as always. Really, I am your number one fan, this is out of this world...xoxo

[Frieda P]

Awh you're a sweetheart noodlebumble, thanks so much. xo

[s y e]

Featured! I haven't been your featured in yonks!!! Wahooo!!!xo

[Frieda P]

Yay...'yonks' ha love that! :) xo

[Stonz P.]

This has a persistent gloomy touch to it.
The flow and structuring is good and even.

Good write.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading Stonz....

[Avinash]

Gloom is blooming again on your castle but still looks magnificent. Going through your poetry is always like maneuvering through clouds, right now they are darker ones. It means it will rain soon and the sun will shine again.

[Frieda P]

Castles in the clouds, you got it in one Avinash. :)

[wordman]

you can tell it`s getting close to haloween with this ghostly write

[Frieda P]

BOO...thanks so much Ron.

[Matching Socks]

Smoke and mirrors...
It seems like this dream is mirroring reality in many ways.
Beautifully penned. posh ghosts... I really like that. :)

[Frieda P]

If you have to deal with ghosts, they better be posh. ;)

[writing mojo]

a nocturnal receptacle to careen my half empty being spilled over the edge, bubonic bottled in the cutlery of one with scars...good piece

[Frieda P]

Your reviews are always better than my poems, thanks mojo. :)

[writing mojo]

no way...please stop saying that..your work has a balance I never have... and I fall off the edge salad tossed in thought and it's just what your poetry does for me..a-muse- ment..no tooting of horns I am incapable of such bullying..

[Frieda P]

You have a way of saying things that's just so poetically perfect...own it!

[writing mojo]

sensitive has many meanings

[Frieda P]

True but you can't have a name like mojo, and not possess any...