Reverse Posture

what is this gaping memory

vivid past recklessly crashing 

posturing recondite & shrill

in the recesses of spent blood

crushing the backbone of resolve

moments on the clock that haunt

beckons formidable  to dare a revival

driving insanity as dusky metallic chaser

stuck in reverse on breakneck speed pursuit

esoteric wisps of darkly emotive triggers

shooting the psyche with high caliber ammunition 

head on collision with fatally smoky consequences

survival hermetically sealed ripe within noxious, lethal fumes

dawn reveres the moon's pulse within further contemplation

prescribed elixir dressing wounds for temporary compensation

complications pronounced dead upon arrival...rest in peace

Reviews

[DIVYA]

"dawn reveres the moon's pulse within further contemplation
prescribed elixir dressing wounds for temporary compensation"

- Very impressive. Frieda, you are poetess unmatched here.

This poetry has some great and incredible phrases and lines...

"esoteric wisps of darkly emotive triggers
shooting the psyche with high caliber ammunition " - So intense the agony...


Then...

"survival hermetically sealed ripe within noxious, lethal fumes" - Such suffering to live on...

One of your masterpieces Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Wow Divya, I'm overwhelmed and humbled by your words here, thanks so much, glad you like my crazy rantings! ;-)

[DIVYA]

You are welcome Frieda. The lines were just out of the world, this time. I had to say it. :)

[DIVYA]

And if this is crazy ranting, then I would love to be crazy anytime! :)

[Frieda P]

You made my weekend! :-) x

[KeelyJane]

So many great lines. You always, always have such great word compilation and I admire your ability to grasp the senses.

[Frieda P]

Much appreciated Keely, thanks.

[Ohhhwillow]

The flow of this suits the theme perfectly! It is congested, confused.. As the memory of the "vivid past recklessly crashing" haunts you. I love that. There is often no way for us to clearly convey trauma, heartache, tragedy.. Through your unpunctual sentencing you reflect to us your rush, your drive and frustration to blurt out words and hope that they are precise to your head and heart, as well as an acknowledgement that they often cannot be. Also, your rhyme of "ammunition" and "collision" was fantastic. :)

[Frieda P]

Ha confused like moi....I'm so thrilled you felt so many emotions with this one, thanks so much for your lovely review Willow! :-)

[J_Star]

I had a dream last night in which I was stuck in a gold SUV going backward on the highway at about 60 MPH, the driver hanging his head out the window to see if he could find a gap in the traffic to execute a 180-degree e-brake spin and increase the chances for our continued existence on the planet. The feeling I had in that dream is the same as the feeling I have reading this poem. It's visceral and haunting and potent and stays with you after it's over. Nice work.

[Frieda P]

Wow, that's kind of what it felt like J_Star, thanks so much for your visit and review.

[J_Star]

You're welcome!

[kublakhan27]

I was going to hold off on this one till tomorrow, when I'd have the time and silence required to properly take in your stuff, but since I finally have some of both, I decided to make my visit, and it's a good thing I have that silence...I've read this twice already and my imagination is reeling...there are too many good lines to dwell on and many of them have been pointed out already anyway...another stunning, imaginative epic...you are now churning them out at a rate unfathomable to me...

[Frieda P]

Woo, made you reel again, I'm a fookin roll here Steve! ;-P Thanks hun xo

[kublakhan27]

Always a pleasure Mrs. R ;P xo

[Frieda P]

Finalmente Benji!! ;-P

[kublakhan27]

;)

[Veronica Chandler]

The structure and content of this write from your pen is a delight to my senses and sets my curiosity into high gear. Exceptional write!

[Frieda P]

Just love to hear that Veronica, thanks so much!

[Muse]

God this is wicked...who cares about the shave...this is sharp and prickly all on its own.
This poem is not meant to be understood. Your intention is to provoke a feeling? A feeling of recklessness....a human being pushed beyond his or her limmits. Some of us are more flexible than others...some of us can break like fine China if we slam on the breaks too hard...that's what I felt from this poem...whiplash...I suffered whiplash!

[Frieda P]

Ha! I left this one prickly...sorry about the whiplash, wait...no I'm not! ;-) Glad you felt it Muse...

[Jack...]

I feel like I am sliding backwards down an up hill spiral staircase that leads to an imaginary foundry of lasting and straight forward words all written upside down.

Can you imagine how your words affect people. Have you ever stopped to think exactly how we perceive what you write. Do you realize you are a goddess to some of us. Is your picture really in the dictionary under the word "Amazing?" Frieda, never do you disappoint. This is a fantastic piece of mind rants and still it flows nicely and paints a startling picture. Very cool.

[Frieda P]

Jack, your review was a poem in itself, made me dizzy. You humble me always dear friend. x

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Oh WOW!..."complications pronounced dead upon arrival...rest in peace"~ and yet, this piece has a pulse!...a strong one at that!.... I love the font and the flow is superb, Frieda!...

"shooting the psyche with high caliber ammunition

head on collision with fatally smoky consequences"~ This spoke to me on so many levels...and what I get is the head on collision of epic proportions, Excellent!

[Frieda P]

Jazzed that it did Robbie, much appreciated friend! xo

[lee von cleef]

well a read on the tilt like one of the carny mirrors that make me thin to fat to a late night show host....kind of took a wound dressing instruction book then shook it and baked it and wa la can't catch the gingerbread man!

[Frieda P]

Wow I actually understood you this time lee, thanks so much!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

"shooting the psyche with high caliber ammunition "
this line stays with me for a few minutes after i finish reading...
you shot the sheriff but the deputy ran with his pants on fire:)

[Frieda P]

Lol kiddo, you're funny ;-P

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

no ...the deputy is...
imagine...he here....pants there