complexities of a poet's psyche

complexities of a poet's psyche

A Poem by Frieda P

Lanced hearts with sharpen'd derisive swords
praise in quest of soul with fortress'd intensity
humanity's depths of breaths & declination
flippant whirl around fury's surge
dance'd with indignity around posies
knelt before the gods in reverence
vivacious adoration of nature's beauty
languid solemnness dip'd in gravitas
bruised butterfly wings, birthing conception
satiated desires within abstract'd notions
language combined within torrents of gusto
floating on gale winds and simplex'd zephyrs
artful appreciation prais'd in kind
communion encompassing a state of being,
complexities of a poet's psyche
~Amen

© 2014 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P
captcha~outsulk




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You have delved deeply into the poet's psyche to uncover the lost gems that make them who they are , how they feel , what makes their currents of thoughts , their ebb and flow of ideas , their crashing waves upon the shores of life and how they become one with the elements that make our existence...Splendid and powerful....:)..........................

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

So jazz'd Sami, thanks for your insightful sentiments here, wasn't sure if this one was going to wor.. read more
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome muchly...:)...............



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This is why I choose simple words and phrases..when I must go inside I want the trip to be as short as possible....spend too much time there and it takes it's toll on me.
Well penned Miss Frieda..
Your roller coaster ride through madness heralds truth.
Scott

Posted 10 Years Ago


the psyche of the poet is voraciously complex in its appetite for words, but we hope as poets that our readers will somehow relate to our madness...and come away feeling something close to what we felt when we wrote a piece of poetry.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda, now I understand why I keep my eyes closed when I write.. no psyche-babble is allowed to escape.. but, dancing around posies is way fun.. it is nice to read a poem from you Frieda that captcha has labelled "outsulk" only the captcha knows for sure all the angst we write.. I also have learned (the hard way I will add) to stay far away from your psyche, it is a dangerous thing, beautiful and artistic, but dangerous.. may your psyche create many more poetic expressions.. (er, does this leave me off the"taking out the garbage detail". don't you think this is vinnies duty???) hugs ~~redzone

Posted 10 Years Ago


Outsulk … captcha is smiling on you. LMAO.

Lanced hearts with sharpen'd derisive swords
praise in quest of soul with fortress'd intensity
humanity's depths of breaths & declination

My but we are a complex bunch. So many aspects to this short poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Well, this is something else... Can you imagine what you'd find if you delved into my psyche or even better, yours! I think whoever had the guts to go there would be asking for a death wish cause they'd never get back out, hahaha. I loved this one Frifri!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Amen!
Writers are complex....intricately so.
I love how you frame the poet.
Excellent piece, Frieda! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I would love to delve into your poet's psyche. I believe I would find wonders that have yet to be written. Love this one Frieda...xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


The poet drips part of her/his heart and soul on the page and open her/himself up to the world in this way. It is actually a courageous act if you ask me. No one knows for sure who emotions will be read. Will others have compassion or will they be brutal? Will the reviews be caring or scathing? It is a risk, but one we all gladly take to have the occasional pat on the back. Perhaps we are all a bit masochistic? "language combined within torrents of gusto" very well said, Frieda. Lydi**

Posted 10 Years Ago


When the pen and the mind work in sync secrets lie open for all the world to see. Emotions flow from dripping faucets and the noise at times can be deafening. Drip, drip, drip...does it ever stop. Pulling the plunger only allows for more filling of that poetic sink...and into we often sink, gasping for breath, pleading for mercy, only to wake up and do it all over again. We are a strange lot, that is for sure, at least I know I am. Digging deep my sweet friend, just be careful with that shovel, sharp objects frighten me. :) Very cool Frieda.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Oh, yes...the complexities of a poet's psyche. We cannot take that away for real. Every piece is a result of any emotion + artist's creativity. Since we have individual differences, and different emotions for each moment, the result would have different effect to everyone.

This is so impressive, Frieda. The music is powerful and perfect for your piece. Kudos!

Posted 10 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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