~ birds tiredly sang electric blues

Generically nonplussed 

   halted in your confusion 

perplexed by your audacity

   anomaly's just desserts 

unmounted within your rush

  undertaking suburbia's free verse  

felicitous tidings a bust'd cadence

   reciprocated in morose candor 

ascendance of an inequitable motive

   twisted in minutiae transparency

bloody worms danced on freedom's hook 

       birds tiredly sang electric blues

        

off key in a drunken stupor'd F sharp

              fallen over injustices express wire  

Author's Note

Yes, the illustrious Cohen again, it is National Poetry month, & he's my favorite poet of all time...

Reviews

[Devesh]

I don't know why I review your poems, since you seem to know what I'm going to say: this too, was lovely! And probably one of your works that I enjoyed more than others...don't know why. You can feel the chaos, the confusion reading the opening lines and " anomaly's just desserts " is a masterstroke. A great quality of your poetry is the consistent presence of wit, which I enjoy very much. Thank you for sharing this, Frieda :))

[Frieda P]

Huge smile here dear poet friend of mine. :) I'm so glad you see the wit in my words, most people miss that part, you're smarter than the average bear. ;) Grazie mille!

[Devesh]

I'd say I'm an elephant :P You're welcome :))

[Frieda P]

You never forget eh? ;)

[Devesh]

No, I just happen to be a rather emotional giant ;)

[Frieda P]

Awh I was right, like a big teddy bear...the best kind. ;)

[Devesh]

Haha, yeah :))

[Frieda P]

See, I'm never wrong. haha

[Devesh]

Right you are William, right you are. :D

[Frieda P]

Well you know I'm a woman, and we're never wrong, the sooner you learn that, the better luv. ;)

[Devesh]

Life lessons being taught here! Gather 'round, folks! :P

[Frieda P]

Ha you think I'm kidding, you'll thank me one day kiddo. ;)

[Devesh]

Lesson already learnt, dear William. I have an elder sister, and I know she's never wrong. :)

[Frieda P]

Ah smart girl....tell her to keep up the good work, you'll do just fine. :)

[Devesh]

Yes, sir, Mr. William, sir. :)

[Cassie]

This was written in April and we are in May, sorry for the late review but you know I always enjoy reading you. Do not leave like our friend did.

[FlamingPhoenix]

As always--beautiful--simple, yet profound. I truly enjoy reading your work :-)

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Stunning write, Frieda. Brilliantly written. :-)

Kaze~

[Deuces]

You have a ridiculous knack for visuals and metaphor that seems to get stronger with each piece you post. Bloody worms danced on freedom's hook?

Your mind is an amazing place. Fierce, strong, passionate work here.

[Tai Ryens]

Wanting to speak of the truth so desperately yet not finding the strength and bravery to, and, when found, you manage to portray your thoughts with error. Hmn, I like this, it has the whole anxiety feel to it that you're doing everything wrong.

[Shirlena]

I like the thought of the cries of injustice from bird of prey or birds who are a voice for justice singing a weary song because if you care about the state and plight of a downtrodden situation or those who are oppressed in some way. You do cry about it with your voice and your tears and do what you can which is never enough but you keep going with injustice's slow song. Lovin it.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh your revisiting the Cohen man ... nice! but it distracts me from my read ... so i sit back and listen first
you are one twisted sister you know that?! i have to take every line and think about it ... you have such a marvelous way of word construction ... always chaos and humor ... danger and of course SEX ... but that part is missing in this one ;)
after reading several times i always have a general sense that i take away ... but i cant quite peg it ...
"bloody worms danced on freedom's hook " really jumped out at me .. love that line in particular .. always enjoy your stuff Freida ...
E.

[Baby Ricochet]

I imagined this poem to be about a crow who stole an ear ring. Crows love shiny things.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

got the whole gist of suburbia...those birds just have to sing differently...sort of like a rock band almost too drunk or high to hit any of the notes or keep the beat..."those bloody worms dancing on freedom's hook"

i like the oxymoron...of "freedom's hook"---

nicely done as always.--you can tackle any subject...any feeling.

[s y e]

// felicitous tidings a bust'd cadence
reciprocated in morose candor
ascendance of an inequitable motive
twisted in minutiae transparency //

I love reading you at night when it's quiet and I get to really read into the words to write, beneath the lines and see what else there is to this wonderful poem and man, you take my breath away each time, Frieda. I loved this one so much! xoxo