This Well of Me

This Well of Me

A Poem by Rikkevi Rue
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essence, soul baring, expressionism, soul searching

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Who dares to drink this soul of me
draw forth the bitter acrimony
from depths unknown
or tempted

who rises free into the wind
accepts this fate of re-begin
risks open skys
where fables vie

and dreamers lie
and angels sigh
pretenders die

Who shares this taste for un-renown
where shadows moan 
and mentors frown
and little follows though
your sentiments bestow
the vaults of meanings
hollow echo

What winds lift
the sound inside 
an empty voice
of loneliness
your deep confide
while careless sorrow drifts
on vain's soft sensuous cliff

only pining for the shrine
of love's heart torn
by bitter scorn
where blood may drip
as fingers worn
whe're poached or clipping
Love's fair rose

Rikkevi Rue
copyright 2016 
all rights reserved                                                                                                                    

© 2016 Rikkevi Rue


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Rikkevi Rue
any thoughts or input is appreciated

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' What winds lift - the sound inside - an empty voice - of loneliness - your deep confide - while careless sorrow drifts - on vain's soft sensuous cliff.. '

Can't understand why so many views and little shown for this yes, mournful, poem, but its literary form, its beat and essence is so very fine. And surely so many of us can understand the expressed loneliness. Yes, could be imagined words, the poet's craft is what it is but.. who knows..

Seems more than ten lines dilute interest.. so sad that is.. so much missed.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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emmajoy

6 Years Ago

Sorry, probably shouldn't have attracted attention to your post. However, you do say any thoughts o.. read more
Rikkevi Rue

5 Years Ago

Dear emmajoy, well a whole year has gone by since you replied! Sorry for my absence! No, I would nev.. read more



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A trip into the well of your mind which probably has many corridors and secret passages. Deep, dark and lonely is what I discovered. Your lines are conveyed well and I enjoyed your poetic expression. Thank you.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


Rikkevi Rue

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reviewing Chris! I only come here occasionally. This one is a bit on the dark side. I .. read more
Rikk, this reminds me of someone I used to know. (Wink wink). It’s definitely a thought provoking piece. I hope you are well. It’s been about 8 years our pen-pal days. I finally made it to Writer’s Cafe. Better late than never. I will read on when time permits. I hope you come back.

Posted 5 Years Ago


A drifting lilting thought deep into the abiss of the inner mind I like the way it sounds I like the way it rolls rhythmically throughout the rhyme

Posted 6 Years Ago


' What winds lift - the sound inside - an empty voice - of loneliness - your deep confide - while careless sorrow drifts - on vain's soft sensuous cliff.. '

Can't understand why so many views and little shown for this yes, mournful, poem, but its literary form, its beat and essence is so very fine. And surely so many of us can understand the expressed loneliness. Yes, could be imagined words, the poet's craft is what it is but.. who knows..

Seems more than ten lines dilute interest.. so sad that is.. so much missed.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This comment has been deleted by the poster.
emmajoy

6 Years Ago

Sorry, probably shouldn't have attracted attention to your post. However, you do say any thoughts o.. read more
Rikkevi Rue

5 Years Ago

Dear emmajoy, well a whole year has gone by since you replied! Sorry for my absence! No, I would nev.. read more

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Added on December 1, 2016
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Rikkevi Rue
Rikkevi Rue

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