Meet Me

Meet Me

A Poem by ellemorell

She speaks to me of things unseen
In tongues of green she speaks to me
I’m not awake or in a dream
In whispered screams she speaks to me

Her voice is not a sound I hear
She calls directly to my fear
She speaks from far away and near
She’s neither far away nor here

She dares me to succumb and wins
Seduces me into her whims
Where chaos reigns with graceful wings
I find I’m dancing with the wind

© 2020 ellemorell


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another super write Elle
The last verse in particular is special
I'm pish at reviewing but will try.

It seems you get no rest until you listen to her whispered screams
Even when asleep

After all you will succumb why fight it
Dancing in the wind conjures up various images
I even get a wee hint you may enjoy what she has to say at times
Ta for sharing such talent
Excellent read again
Stevie


Posted 6 Months Ago


Love the rhythm of this one. It's fantastic!

Posted 6 Months Ago


This is exquisite writing AND thinking! In terms of SOUND, the structure of each verse makes it feel like the words are being peeled on & then peeled off, like the later part of a line is the inverse SOUND of the first part. The aspect I love most about your message is how this entity of which your narrator speaks is not obtainable. I get so sick of love poems that depict a person being defined by another person, to have & to hold. Your poem challenges the old paradigms, celebrating the freedom to be, just be, & to be appreciated but not defined by some other person's notion of whatever they're craving. Totally fresh inventive way to say something that can mean different things for different readers (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


Emotionally perfect ... the mood is set ... I see you mentioned the wind to John and I can certainly see the effects of the wind. It sweeps in from one direction, carrying the green of the trees upon her breath ... my grandparents would say "the ladies have their skirts up" when the maples turn their leaves around to show pale undersides to indicate an approaching storm.
Only those who have experienced heavy winds would really know the line "Where chaos reigns with graceful wings".
Wonderfully written elle.

Posted 10 Months Ago


I think "She" is not a person, but a part of the speaker's consciousness. That "She calls directly to my fear" indicates it is a disturbed part, almost like a malevolent spirit. She seduces the speaker into a realm where chaos reigns. I think we are talking about some form of mental illness here.

Posted 10 Months Ago


ellemorell

10 Months Ago

Thank you John for your thoughts, it’s so interesting to see how words are interpreted by others... read more
such a cool, haunting, mythological feel to this.

for me, the she would be my muse...
"seduces me into her whims"
exactly.

I really like this one elle.
j.

Posted 10 Months Ago


ellemorell

10 Months Ago

Lovely to hear from you Jacob! Your thoughts are always warmly received here xox

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