Forged in adversity's sword

 forged in flames of adversity's sword,
   whispering ink leaking upon blotted sins
obscure as an eclipse's darkly allure
  rhapsodic rubbish of an untimely rhyme,

golden shimmer threads woven intricately
     in a noose of slip knot's scarlet ribbons behest
bequests through portals of  complicity
    machinations of another time and place
laced within roots of strangling tendrils
  mutated pretty posies succumb to ancient stories
dancing round the fire of life's indignities
    drowning of impertinence in molten ash

streaming soot of directive flow's utterances

          cannot deny the existence of hell's vortex

as the gravitas and bombastic preponderance

      in this perpetual travesty unfurls

its utterances in my pretentious voice's hush

     hardly matching those in my preposterous head,

yet truth rings clear as a bell's death toll

verses etched as silken decoys unfolded in titanium's recoil

    hiding in the recesses of silent protocol's evasive gibberish

grousing under a tidal wave of crushed soul's imperfections

    breached indignity of  transgression's metaphors

rewarded by awkward stares of disbelief and disgust

 personification well versed in the clamoring of history's chapters

            dog eared and closed the tale in finality's avoidance,

forbore the stealthy decay in corruption of one's eyes

         hiding rather in the sorted shadows than turn the page,

                        face the nakedness of music's symbolic reality 

     damage done can't be erased from old dusty passages, 

      yet, I still leave a light on for courage of a divine moon's charm

                     to shine brilliantly through the dim cracks

Author's Note

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Reviews

[redzone]

Frieda, this has me tongue tied, it poetry to the nth degree and there is too much to say, so many thought to express and all would make make the poem less profound in its contemplations of what a life is all about... "turn the page", "on the road again"..

I wrote a poem called "Turn the Page" a few years ago and will post it as a sort of reply , or better yet a continuing conversation around this theme...

But let me just say that I love this poem Frieda, its why you are a very special woman and poet ... it touches my heart deeply..
Curt

[Frieda P]

Your sentiments have touched my heart Curt, looking forward to reading your poem. You always bring a smile my sweet friend.

[JB Murray]

I am at a loss for words in this review. This piece of yours is remarkable. I've now read it several times, and each reading, somehow, manages to force a relation to some other aspect of my life, than the time before. It is truely all-encompassing. Fantastic write. Very nice!

[Dark Empress]

I love this poem. So beautiful

[Miss Sharon]

Beautifully expressed Frieda. There is a lot going on within your words and also behind the unseen not written. (dog eared and closed the tale in finality's avoidance, forbore the stealthy decay in corruption of one's eyes hiding rather in the sorted shadows than turn the page,) The safety of the familiar and fear of the unknown. I really like this poem! ~Sharon

[beautiful dreamer]

this one speaks to me and i find it hard for anything to speak to me nowadays. great work freida

[ANTO]

I was carried by this writing Frieda Pickle - mesmerising, I could have read on forever. Not all dark - the glimmer of hope in the final stanza was a revelation.
I dream of writing poems like this.
Bravo

[Kasey Miriam]

Stunning penning! It's a dark poem and the words you chose match that very well. It's a striking poem.

[Zakari Schmidt]

I'm a bit into swords so my attention was caught as soon as I saw..this poem cuts deep like a blade, clean and precise. I find your writing to be so unique and thought provoking, this being a perfect example. I'm jealous of such clever phrasing and delivery. Amazing work, this truth rings clear as well

Very deep.... and thought provoking.

[TPK Stories]

A beautiful poem. . .I thank Tate Morgan for sending the request. . .

[Ashira Macy]

I saw struggle in this one. A struggle that didn't only belong to the speaker, but their people as well. As I am a feminist, I like to apply the struggle to that which women have had on the road to equality, but it can be related to a lot of different situations. There was a lot in this piece that I probably didn't catch, but I do know that I absolutely loved it.