Ellen degenerated calls

Alive in the night
forest feast Faustian cries
wantonly warping prophetic eye
Decca dance
there I pride, sworn in
allegiance
as Eve slinks high prance
wile wild wander one
whisper me this riddled in passage forlorn
ten tints it twas
tickled so long ago
where high step bereft bled
next fallen snow
the angels wings
the spotted doe
blood of kings
and throwback clothes
we of then, no longer see
eyes meet from toe to toe
these things those rings
set to side
where the rustic reaches
I'll keep
sight of the mile
while you pray
the road behind
nay never sayeth
I never travelled time
for once I did
it struck me blind
walking eroded
spaced
a void in a crack
pressing my palms
deeply together
just so I could
keep hold the memory
of what feels right
in cold summer nights

Reviews

[Muse]

Why Ellen? Why not Oprah? I have to give you a hard time for this title you know?

Your poem...I do believe was an attempt to capture a moment...yet a detachment is formed. I mean really, what is a cold summer night? The sweat on your skin that meets a hot summer wind? Perplexing emotions with this one...like always...you beckon me to dwell and linger over your words.

[Souladareatease]

Awwwww Dear Muse---I have missed that racing mind:)))-excellence!!!!!!!!!
well the ONLY reason it was Ellen was because of Degenerated --to play upon Her name and signify someone whom I respected that well crumbled into falsehood--indeed detachment---this was more of a rant than a write hehehe You wont see me write in anger too often...except political or social reasons maybe...A cold summer night for me...is my heart and empty hand. lots of juicy detail with backstory on this---but in short those who were left behind as my path is on it's road now...try to capture and rekindle what was once wanted with fervor by me but not by the other...now the shoe is on the other foot---I've no time nor want to reach back for what I thought was----was is a longtime ago--I live in the now----so see:) wasn't so deep after all-just spittle between the teeth :) Thank You For Your Keen Mind and Kind Words Always!!!

[Muse]

Explanation was simple...but there's nothing simple about emotions being shared through art and poetry. You said so much....while penning so little.

[RLee]

Great title! Enjoyed reading your work. I'll keep my eye out for your work.

[Souladareatease]

Thank You Rlee Greatly appreciate the visit:)

[Sami Khalil]

"eyes meet from toe to toe
these things those rings
set to side
where the rustic reaches
I'll keep
sight of the mile
while you pray
the road behind
nay never sayeth "
You romance and words are intertwined in loveliness and uniqueness...Splendid...:)

[Souladareatease]

You puttin' wax in My ears Sami :D Your too kind Sir--Thank You for reading my rant lol

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

First, love the title...

Also, I love the imagery you've used, because I can feel the juxtaposition, the contrast, the pushing and pulling of feelings and emotions. There is a cleverness here, but it is shown with your signature form and style, which leaves me wanting to keep reading to see if I've missing something hidden between the lines. To decipher the undecipherable... :)

[Souladareatease]

:) Dear Friday---indeed too much of that...and let go of it long ago---this was seething anger of WHY I could not be victim of push and pull...the whole been there done that type of thinking---once You think a wish-Holy of Holy's is granted and then overnight ripped from You and one becomes a mockery ---and You spend Your time gradually rebuilding--can You ever wish to go back to Your original wish? the core of it yes...but the vision must always be shared eh? not too much to decipher---it's called gritting teeth :)when taunted by those whom are cut out of Your life for a reason ...once a mask is off You always know what monster is behind it.---Thank You Much Friday:)

[Frieda P]

Ha love the title, Ellen degenerated called, always a tad of humor with your indepth writes...have to always read you more than once, hard to wrap my brain around your genius this early in the morning.
A Faustian pact with the Devil, perhaps. ;-)

[Souladareatease]

:) Thank You Frieda...yes...sigh this was more of a rant than a write lol--i was quite pissed at that moment and had to vent---there are reasons things become Your PAST eh? ...i like keeping them there...others disagree---A pact the devil broke not i :)---Thank You for Your kindness and visitMuch appreciated!!!

[Frieda P]

My pleasure, have missed reading your poetry Souladareatease, good to be back :-)

[Souladareatease]

:) :)--Thank You-Welcome back:)