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. :)

[TL Boehm]

vivid writing. Daybreak filters on chance sanity - I think that's my favorite line in this one. Really related to the madness pain brings in the late hours and how it twists the mind .Well done.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Tam....

[willweb]

Once again Frieda P. your words send my mind spinning and I like the feeling. This was great and if you ever need help carrying your dictionary, just let me know. It must weigh a ton. I really enjoyed this today.

[Frieda P]

If you'll promise to help me with math, numbers jar my head. Thanks so much Will.

[willweb]

Numbers? Sorry, no help here. Math and I dont get along real well.

[Frieda P]

Same, we have a hate/hate relationship....

[willweb]

That seems to add up nicely. :)

[kublakhan27]

I think the most unsettling thing about this is that is sounds as much like real life as it does a nightmare, if not more...I'm not sure I can even distinguish dreamscapes from my waking surroundings anymore because it's all dreaded really...you continue to amaze me with your imagery Mrs.R, and paint pictures that I can compare to none other that I've ever seen...the closing line is absolutely perfect...every day is an exercise in chance sanity, a frail bubble just waiting to be burst...you've done it again love...I had a harder time than usual reviewing this one...I think I'm running out of superlatives to articulate just how amazing your writing is...it's as good as it gets...there is no other poet that inspires me as much as you do...if a person who's never read poetry wants to know what it's all about, you're the one they need to read...xo

[Frieda P]

First off, are you trying to make me faint? ;) You're too kind my sweet friend. I'm chuffed to pieces to went there Steve....in my round about way, that's where I was headed. A million thanks xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha No but if I can it's a bonus ;) Always a pleasure my dear Frieda..xo

[Frieda P]

You better have the smelling salts ready, and the check is in the mail Benji. :)

[kublakhan27]

:) xo .....

[An owl on the moon]

A powerful, moving vision that drives one so deep into the soul... Dark and mystic, your words awaken the fear that hides within....

[Frieda P]

Thanks Craig, we should combine our efforts and come up with a mid-way point. :)

[R Smith]

wicked nightmare! it scares me to death 'inflamed hideous creatures' where are they, not in my head I hope, posh ghosts presumably wearing suits and ties and carrying rolled umbrellas, now that's scary, let me out of here and thank God for that dawning light of sanity.....not that I know what that is :) a brilliant poem as always Red' do you ever have an off day poetically?

[Frieda P]

Red? Where do you see her, she's the evil twin...and yes of course, they're in the vault, do you think I'm silly enough to share those? :)

[R Smith]

operation break the vault underway, going to expose your so far unheard writings to the world, here i'm inside and my guess is they're behind the 200 crates of Vino Russo, ah! yes, now what do we have here, oh sorry Frieda did'ent see you there 'THWACK' 'SMASH' 'THUMP' arrgggh I think she's got me, loing consciousnnnneeeeeeessssssssss.........................

[Frieda P]

I think somebody is sloshed, started drinking without me again eh?.............

[R Smith]

hapi knew yeeaarrrrrrrrrrrr :P

[NoelHC]

Complex combinations of words, leading me down the page, trying to get the flow, determining where thoughts continue, or begin anew, always thought provoking and challenging. Well done, ma'am.

[Frieda P]

You've confuzzeled me cowboy, not that it takes much these days, is that good or bad? :)

[NoelHC]

It is neither, nor. I am just saying I had to work hard to get my head around the poem, reading and rereading to be sure I was pausing where it was intended, flowing on where that was your plan. I liked it. Or if you are really confuzzled. You write. Me read. Brain hurt. Me figure. It good. Mwaaah, smooch.

[Frieda P]

Ha fit of giggles here, you slay me cowboy MWAH!

[NoelHC]

A 10 W for Frieda v 3.0
You write.
Me read.
Brain hurt.
Me figure.
It good

[Frieda P]

HA perfect!!! You're almost as quick as the alien...

[Lyn Anderson]

I wonder, when we fall into another treachery after dealing with personal treachery, if it doesn't double back and pummel us, plunging us into darkness and nightmares from the past, the present dragging us backwards in time ... but maybe that's just me ... Wonderful write, btw.:)

[Frieda P]

I think you're on to something KL. :) Grazie mille.

[MomzillaNC]

Nightmares indeed… you paint a very dark scene… one of corruption and lurking horror… from, maybe, the viewpoint of the "Tell-Tale Heart," as if the beating heart beneath the floorboards is the narrator.

[Frieda P]

Hmmm I like the notion...interesting perspective Momzilla, thanks so much.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Briana O'Connor]

Wow. That is a mouthful! Very entrancing, these words are. The darkness of each line spun a vivid, enthralling tale. Wiked bliss! Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed the read.

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks PL, muchly appreciate your glowing words!