dancing round indignity

dancing round indignity

A Poem by Frieda P


who's reflection is this i see
staring back at me....
forged in the flames of adversity
whispering ink leaking past blots
scarlet threads woven intricately
through portals of  complicity
machinations of another time and place
laced within roots of strangling tendrils
mutated pretty posies succumb to history
dancing round the fire of life's indignities


© 2013 Frieda P


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Magnificently penned, to say the least. I love the breathtaking imagery and perfect words you employ. Bravo!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Resilience forged and described in style and eloquence by the queen of words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Oh I so liked this one... great piece thank you for sharing.. Keep up the good work :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


A lovely piece. Great imagery, timing, and flow - One tiny question about the opener Who's or whose? Either way, a beautiful poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Loved the eloquence & written imagery you've conveyed here Frieda. Great work. An intriguing read. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


It is hard to recognize ourselves sometimes, particularly after a fall...

"mutated pretty poses succumb to histories"- really enjoyed that line...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Past instances sometimes hang on like parasites and often cloud us, our judgement, our self worth. Push on Frieda. The cold will always darken our moods but when you see the light follow it.

Regards
Troy

Posted 11 Years Ago


A dance we all must endure and accomplish my darling, well done, good read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


It is a dance indeed and the fire is very hot...
What else could one do? Lie down and melt away or wander off into the cold darkness?
I think you have it right here Frieda!

Posted 11 Years Ago


You are the personification of dignity, my dear friend and muse. History is a scary place to visit, maybe that's why we don't heed it, and ultimately burn ourselves by repeating it. I'm sure the circumstances surrounding this write were not ideal, but I do sense perseverance in these words, which I hope is a sign of things to come. You may be away from us these days, but you're never alone. Love and hugs to you...xo

Posted 11 Years Ago



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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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