Dead Men Dreaming

reflections on the surreal aspects of childhood

faint bell ringing, peering back 

caroming down the twisted track 

a canted mental hallway leading 

escaping hinder, memory fleeting 

scent, a hound that leads me on 

passage to the past days gone 

hazy winding twisted rack 

take me back, take me back 

looming ancient mantle clock 

metes out silence with each tock 

house where children worship words 

rooms where memories still are heard 

midst the empty halls there, reading 

youthful innocence still bleeding 

harbored secrets, silence screaming 

muffled memoirs, dead men's dreaming.

rich nostalgic variations

exploit precocious inclinations

endearing moments pleasure seeking

risky cruel voyeuristic reaping

tart illusive sickly scent 

purloined carnal sacrement 

wet ilicit treasure bringing 

blessed languid sinews singing

faded images retreat

stored til later to repeat

stairway leading steeply down 

underground, underground 

rikkevi rue copyright 2015

Author's Note

all reviews are welcome

Reviews

[Earthbound Angel]

I agree with the first reviewer. I found myself mesmerized by the phrases. I can see how you say your words don't exactly articulate the concept. I didn't think this poem warranted the warning notice after I read it. Perhaps I should read through a third time to see if I can glean a little more... as she smiles to herself...

[Rikkevi Rue]

Haha! Glad you liked it. As for the warning notice, I guess I was expecting the reader's imagination to be as creative as mine is! Not explicit lyrics, but if you let your imagination run free you might arrive in the place I was at when I wrote it... :)

[A.marie.speaks]

amazing rhyming. the whole flow was easy, quickly carry me on but the wording made me want to read it slow and take in each line. I read it twice just to take it in. great work!

[Rikkevi Rue]

Thank you for the review. The words don't exactly articulate the concept I had but the feeling is there