Silent Execution

Silent Execution

A Poem by Frieda P

They crucified you, familial mosaic aggregate 
   amalgamated guise for appearances sake 
weaving stories for the pressing public
  utterances cried out upon desolate wasteland
   caged to quell the incest of the soiled sheets
savage beast inhaled your last breath
    worshiping at the altar of decaying verdant
your shadow cast dark attribution to deception
   elocution in hierarchy's lock-down mode 
           was it worth the price of admittance

© 2013 Frieda P


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I've been told I have a broad vocabulary, but I don't think those people have read your work :) I mention this only because there is little else to say that hasn't already been said about this piece...you never fail to take my breath away with the raw power of your scenes and images...I've read this a total of eight times so far and I still don't have the words to articulate what this piece does to me...I know your words more often than not come from a very dark place, and the sombre authority with which you drive them home is something that leaves its mark on me long after I've read any given poem from you xo

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

Sorry Steve, don't know how I missed this one, you're much too kind my dear friend, thanks x
kublakhan27

6 Years Ago

:) This should be in my library but, hooray for glitches...xo



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Powerful. It flows beautifully...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

Thanks, this was a very personal piece....
I've been told I have a broad vocabulary, but I don't think those people have read your work :) I mention this only because there is little else to say that hasn't already been said about this piece...you never fail to take my breath away with the raw power of your scenes and images...I've read this a total of eight times so far and I still don't have the words to articulate what this piece does to me...I know your words more often than not come from a very dark place, and the sombre authority with which you drive them home is something that leaves its mark on me long after I've read any given poem from you xo

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

Sorry Steve, don't know how I missed this one, you're much too kind my dear friend, thanks x
kublakhan27

6 Years Ago

:) This should be in my library but, hooray for glitches...xo
I hear voices. Voices talking, leading astray. Whispers darkening the path to hidden horrors or, possible precious pearls. Secrets taken to the grave leaving a wasteland of comprehension. Cryptic, yet direct holding my attention firm. Nice one Frieda.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Astro

6 Years Ago

You're welcome, hope the dark clouds have passed and you can see the sun.
Frieda P

6 Years Ago

It'll peek in on occasion, yes...literally & figuratively lately...
Astro

6 Years Ago

Hold fast to your sailship's mast, summer shall soon be upon us and invite us into warmer waters.
Those b******s. xoxo



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Frieda P

6 Years Ago

I've got quite a few more adjectives to add to that list, thanks the kimmer. xo
KAOlmsted

6 Years Ago

Absolutely.
Oh, Frieda - my heart is heavy at this one. I admire your ability to write this so eloquently. Coincidentally, there has been another priest accused of abuse in Philadelphia, and this one hit close to home. This was my first thought when I read your piece - and no, it's never worth the price.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

UGH, I just felt my neck muscles tighten, that makes me livid! Worst part is all that'll happen is .. read more
In some ways having no personal experience or even peripheral knowledge of this absolute degradation of the human spirit by another makes my admiration of your poem unbounded, Frieda. I know I couldn`t come near it. P.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

Much appreciate your sentiments here Pete, was a hard write but one that needed to be pen'd. Thanks .. read more
My mother held silence on being molested till by error she spoke why she hated my uncle. Old ways were wrong. Children and people molested need to scream out. Not hide. A powerful poem that open the door to a long discussion. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

People are still holding their silence over these atrocities for a multitude of reasons John, one be.. read more
The world if full of atrocities and we often confuse ourselves and get confused by the 'politics' of it all. Sexual abuse takes many forms. Incest is a particularly brutal disease that leaves many scars and affects more than just the abused. The feelings of abandonment by a mother and being made to feel responsible in some way is deeply destructive to the soul. A deep dark hole to climb from. But climb from it is a must if the perpetrator is not to keep having their way. This poem, as with all your work, is eloquent and ravishes the mind with brutal reality in metaphors.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

You've said it very eloquently here John, better than I ever could....and yes, I understand what you.. read more
I have been seeing other works around the Cafe on this topic. After reading the comments, I see something horrible has happened in the last few days. This just screams your heart out, Frieda. I wish peace for all involved. Angi~

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

6 Years Ago

Thanks Angi, I lost a very dear friend of mine and lets just say it was hardly kosher. Much appreci.. read more

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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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