Chlorine Voices

My dreams once vibrant as kaleidoscopic views

thought I knew my way to heaven's gate

chlorine  chimera saturated the devils eyes

bleached the color from my hallucinations

Laid to die in a field, burnt umbrage's past history

shadowed doubts annihilated black & white 

rainbows splintered   under  pressured allusions

trapped in mottled spectrum tween gray voices

Author's Note

Reviews

[annie lee]

This is too sad, Frieda. Your description of broken dreams and the color bleached from the world exactly fits the agony of a broken dream, and not necessarily a romantic one. I took a promotion once because I thought it was a good move for my managerial track, but once I was there, I hated it. And I felt as if some giant hand was squeezing my heart; the sunlight lost brightness, and the music ground to a halt. Well-written.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts here annie lee....

[Mark]

Sadness, futility, helplessness.... chlorine... an interesting choice. It kills and cleans, also smells funny but not sure that's germane.

[Frieda P]

Meaning 'bleached out'....ha yes it does smell funny, so does life sometimes, thanks Mark!

[Jack...]

I know at times the weight of worry becomes so much that dreams seem lost in the poisonous vapors, but, open a window my friend. Let the fresh air of a new day flow through and remove the caustic fog. Open your eyes to all of the good the future has to offer. Of course there will always be some worry, some lingering thoughts that gray the day, but slowly you will see more sunshine engulfing your world and your dreams will return to you. Very sad, somewhat angry, but very well written my sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

Windows are open, sometimes that caustic fog makes it way in no matter what, thanks for your insightful review my dear friend.

[Jack...]

Maybe that explains the yellowing leaves...

[Frieda P]

Ha! Funny man, you................