Poetic justice myths

dark blank pages, in my soul's view

written in reasoning's default

Greek tragedies off the ledge

calculating a mindless scream

whispered under dispensation's breath

climbing the allotted wall's ballot

of poetic justice's myths 

indulgences of the spirit kind proselytized 

dealing out awards for time shares

permission granted, courtesy of unrest

brass tacks on the deck of substance

matters not the actualization

real world spun on a dime

leaving no time for still life's induction

corruption in tradition's regulations

installation's selection institutionalized 

confinement in loss of gray density

nothing lasts forever, so says the rain... 

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

You are definitely back Mrs.R...your poems are always the toughest for me to review because it's so hard to find the words to articulate how they make me feel...you know I hold your words close to my heart though, I always have...I couldn't help but smile at the Greek tragedy reference ;) The last line is a knockout. What more can I say, you never fail to enforce the reasons as to why you're my favourite poet :) xo

[Frieda P]

Oh Benji, you're definitely getting a squishy hug and sloppy kiss for this one! Mwah! :) xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha I'll be waiting patiently Mrs.R, mwah ;) xo

[00000000000000000000000..]

I like it well said reason I so like is I see depth in all:))))))))))))))) Great and awesome job:)

[Frieda P]

Grazie Jonathan, muchly appreciated. :-)

[0000000000000000000000000000]

Welcome my friend:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[MsJewel]

I read this three times Frieda, and I sit here almost speechless in awe of your talent.
An incredible poem - haunting really and the last line - perfection.
You do dark so well my friend.
Into my library with this one!
:) Julie

[Frieda P]

You humble me truly Julie, thanks so much my sweet friend. :-)

[redzone]

I have been thinking (always an adventure and often dangerous) about your poem since I read earlier today. Someone mentioned that you packed alot into this poem. True, but there is a thread that weaves through and captures the essence of this piece. I think it's captured in the first few words - "dark blank pages.. written in reason's default";and the last, "nothing lasts forever - so says the rain". With "dark blank" and "rain" being the key words. And in between, look at all these great images you treat us with - "a world spun on a dime", no time for still life's induction", "institutionalized confinement in loss of grey matter". Damn Frieda, you're good.

This is not a happy poem, it's wearing cynical/bleak pants as I read it. While the world is always moving (way too fast at times), and at this point in history "rain" and "dark blank pages" rule and poetic justice is purely a myth. A sadistic one at that.

Heaven knows Frieda you have more than enough reason to shout out these feelings. My thinking is not some idealistic B.S. about seeking rainbows, look on the bright side, smell the roses, or suck it up and put on your big girl pants.. YUCK!!! NO, shout louder Frieda, SCREAM!! (You know mountain lionesses roar louder than the males! HA)

I know my usual windiness in reviewing your wonderful poems. Hopefully I've actually said something worthwhile. Frieda, this poem, in all its blank darkness and rain is ART and you my wonderful friend, a true ARTIST. Okay, closing the comment room door and turning off the lights. MWAH! xxoo. ~~redzone

[Frieda P]

God, how much do I enjoy your in-depth reviews and no, I didn't know that about mountain lionesses, learn something new every day...I have my big girl pants on today regardless. ;-) Thanks so much Curt. MWAH xo

[redzone]

Frieda you always have your big girl pants on maybe this is why lionesses roar loudest ..!! ;0) xxoo

[Troy Henson]

Is life really that black and white and what we strive to achieve so hard to grasp. Clouds are among us everyday and often we are stuck beneath the grey when all we need to remember is tomorrow is another day and the sun will rise again.

Regards
Troy

[Frieda P]

One can only hope, thanks so much Troy.

[Dr. Wood ?]

the final line does it for me....great insightful write as usual your majesty

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Dave, nice to see you again.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I try real hard to get back but not enough time. Mind you, I don't write so proficiently now and that is due to the cafe and folk like your good self not being in my life as much as I would like..Thanks

[Frieda P]

I haven't been around for a while either, personal issues to be dealt with, glad you're here now!

[Dr. Wood ?]

I'll do my best to stay on board, it certainly will help regarding my turn out of material, even if most of it is drivel....Back later...

[Shubhangi]

nothing really lasts forever...how hard we try.

as we say on facebook...super like to this one!

[Frieda P]

Ha, thanks so much, I'll take a super, muchly appreciated Shubhangi!

[Ruth]

You know...I read you and then re-read - and then sit stunned lol In a good way hon, remarkable use of wording and weaving xo

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks so much for this glowing review Poppy. xo

[Shirlena]

Love the little pointed toes in the corner but the poem makes me sad for the writer and the written about. I sense deep feelings of longing and the after effects of loss. Eloquent way for me to descend and the ending is fabu.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your perspective here Shirlena, always muchly appreciated.

[A. Amos]

Simply amazing write and the touch of Metallica...give live to your words. Magically!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much A, jazz'd you enjoyed this one!

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my dear

[Robbie~xoxo~]

We often get trapped in the "gray"....

and when it rains, it pours...

I love that you take Poetic Justice to another level...do we truly have it?

This artistically renders the fine art of a Greek tragedy...

Well penned, Friedalicious!~xoxo~:)

[Frieda P]

I doubt we ever do Robbie, you know perfectly how that goes! ;-) Thanks so much my sweet friend! xoxo