Spun out anomalies...

_spoonful of smoke & mirrors_

poetic retractions

      gnashing night's prayers 

scribbling braille,

    written sideways

         in holy water's retention

spinning music the color

            of naked psycho

burnished souls keep on ticking,

              half past compromise

     spoonful of smoke and mirrors

         sans sugar's trip,

anointed of rose red 

            bloody false pretenses

dancing off-balance 

       as pseudoscience

            allusions's  pirouette

whirling out of control on

        staged tapestry's loftiness

surrendered ballet slippers 

        of blister'd promises

twisted metaphors

         tuned of spun anomalies

birds on a wire tweet,

          rusty blue's rendition

rendered as inky inquisitions

           of pedal'd pink fluff

exhaling paroxysms of 

            enraged deliverance 

nothing is as it seems  

through

     figments of 

           pigmented

              window's

                  grand delusions

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel this in a different way....naked, uncovered, phonies of poetry...I feel like one sometimes...I have the delusion I am a poet...but where do the words come from? I am uncertain...am I really writing what I write...is my pseudonym a cover up for a false front...a false identity....is my poetry just smoke and mirrors, am I perjuring myself with my words?

lots to ponder, given your words...this is incredible.

[Frieda P]

Coming from you that means a lot, thanks jacob for your insightful words...

[Rene Salinas]

I read so much Frieda mostly useless information but then every so often I throw in something weighty as to counterbalance. I say that I was reading aspects of music by a french composer and it said this: In every great composer there is and indestructible kernel of darkness, He can never destroy this even if he should so want to. It is deep and inhauxaustible source of that radiation which will unfailingly resist every purely rational approach. It will always remain there even after that momentary flash of illumintation.

Well, It could have been describing your writing.

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

Interesting, love an 'indestructible kernel of darkness' sounds write on the money, thanks muchly Rene.

[s y e]

I feel smarter after reading you Mama F, some of the words you use I need to look up but, I love it, I learn from you. This poem, however, is something else and definitely that many can relate to. I love the way you write, with such eloquence and sophistication. You honestly blow me away at each turn, don't you ever stop writing... Your poetry is MY safe haven.

My gorgeous warrior butterfly, I adore this one.. xoxo

[Frieda P]

You're so kind to say noodlebumble...thanks for such a glowing review sweet pea. xo

[MomzillaNC]

Another foray into your Thesaurus… :D

[Frieda P]

No thesaurus was used in the making of this poem, not this one anyway, thanks for reading.

[MomzillaNC]

Well, by now, you've likely memorized three fifths of your Thesaurus! :D

[Frieda P]

You're going to claim there were words here you didn't comprehend, not with your vast vocabulary!

[MomzillaNC]

No, I understand all the words! And, I admire your own verbosity.