Trapped within the Minds of Poe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trapped within the Minds of Poe

By: Adam M. Snow

 

Once upon a nightful somber,

entranced within a loreful slumber;

a murky pass it feels to be:

this dream, this world it calls me.

 

Dragging, falling deeper within a void,

my mistress Fear and I devoid.

Clinching my chest, my racing heart pounds,

alone in darkness with many sounds;

one in particular from a raven afar,

'Nevermore.' said he with my ears ajar.

 

Intrigued was I by an outspoken raven

perched upon a branch, in a realm of non-haven.

'Nevermore.' said he, spreading wings to flutter,

"Where am I?” I whispered in terror, utter."
"All that I see or seem

is it but a dream within a dream?"

but the raven he quoth again, 'Nevermore.'

lost I feel, lost evermore.

 

The raven vanishes, taking me back to slumber;

waking again with my eyes a somber.

Finding my hands and feet a bound,

above a pit with a pendulum confound.

Approached by a man thought to be dead,

Poe he spoke with so much dread.

'We loved with a love that was more than love.'

spoke he, as I lay watching the pendulum above.

 

It swings with a flutter as it slowly drops to me,

my voice is muted; I am force to see

as the pendulum drops, my flesh gets torn.

My eyes again fell somber as I forlorn.

I close my eyes welcoming death,

getting ready to take my last breath.

 

I feel it wash over me, it is just that;

my memories flashing of images like tat.

This nightmarish of a dream, I feel forsaken;

my sorrow; I could not awaken.

 

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Author's Note

This is a tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Reviews

[Nikki Richardson]

You did Poe justice. I think he'd be proud

[Ankit Mahar]

I fnd it to be very Google .one thing I recommend you is tone ryhat ,try writing a poem in not only one rythemic way like you have done ( ABAB ) type .

[Kate Hunter]

Wow. This is a very intriguing write. I loved the meter you chose for this, and the rhythm works very well for this piece. I loved how surreal the writing felt, as though it were a dream. One suggestion, I don't know if you meant for the word to be clenching, or clinching in the phrase, "Clinching my chest, my racing heart pounds." It has a very macabre feel to it which is undoubtedly what you were aiming for since it's a tribute to Edgar Allen Poe.

[Relic]

I couldn't resist reading this one since Poe was involved. I like the tempo and its similarity to the raven and the way you weaved and incorporated different poems into it. Good writing and interesting too.

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you so kindly

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Honestly, how would Poe react to this reading? Imaginatively, I think he'd do his best to instil in you that which you fear in jest. "Come, lad, sit in that chair beside my hearth's open grate and let us speak of that upon which you've prate." "How is it that you've come to be within my my house, my mind; to see perhaps my wizened soul... or merely sip my dark soup from your porcelain bowl?" ... to be continued.

[pasdepoisson]

Way to work in Annabel Lee. I like the "non-haven" bit , too. Taking on a Poe-level metered and rhymed work is no joke (I've made the blunder before), but you've got some originality in approach.

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you

[MoriartyMesa]

Are these thoughts between that tot of Brandy and black smoke?



Nice

[Jazique]

Nice, If I haven't read any other pieces by Edgar Allen Poe I have definitly read this one, one of the fav's. Well done.

[TL Boehm]

Nicely done. A fitting poetic tribute to Poe. The meter, the rhyme - the tone of this piece - all masterful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Poe is one of the great writers. I need to re-read him again. He was one of my childhood favorites. No-one could weave a tale like this amazing writer. I enjoyed your tales. The raven is one of my favorite creatures in story. A bird of mystery and wonder. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote