Short Reverting Poems
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Fading images
Reverting queens and heroes
To average mortals,
Now just like everybody's,
They join the lost loves' graveyard
Anticipating, beckoning, casting demonic, enviable fury, gazing hungrily inside, jutting kerosene, littering masses never opted, putrefying quills, reverting sympathy, turning upside-down…vaccinating whim, x-raying yesteryears…zero in
This is for men, is there anything more painful
Than being hit 'tween the legs, no way to be graceful
You clutch at your groin
Animals do join
Baying at the moon reverting to their instincts prenatal
© Jack Ellison 2016
Fallen.
Down into the cold dark morass.
Earthborn once more.
Discarded.
From the warmth of your secret fires.
Out of grace.
Into the wilderness.
Love no longer mine to give.
Nor yours to have.
Requiem.
Into a labyrinth scene.
With shades of your face sketched in reverting dreams.
as a child
i truly was
curious and
always did
pick things
from out my
bellybutton
then it was
the usual
not so much
such things
as sunflower
seeds or the
occasional
blueberry
but the
that
what
most
find
in an
inny
but now
older my
belly is
reverting
to the
bump
of
a baby
as is
my mind
thinking
thanking
god i
don't have
an
outy
Form:
UNEQIVOCAL TYPOLOGY
diatrobes
in
modern
disguise
of
cyclical
reflections
evolving
backwards
symptoms
of
a sense
of renewal
with
accelerating
implications
in
an
assimulating
spectrum
of
permutations
&
reverting
ad infinitum
into
poetic shadowy
appearances
of
necessity
Might I'm wielding,
Coping dealing...
Blight unyielding,
Prying, peeling.
Writhing turning,
Twisting churning...
Mindless yearning,
Lauding, purring.
Stomach keeling,
Curdling, reeling...
Now repealing,
Good sense of being.
Thoughts reverting,
Sleepless, spurning...
Legs-a-stirring,
Nae adjourning.
Whipping wheeling,
Grip congealing...
Hope that healing,
Smites these feelings.
When tensions begin to increase
I'm reverting back into my shell
In need of some kind of release
An escape from my personal hell
Will these tensions ever decrease
As mentally not feeling very well
I'm in need of some inner peace
Just a little boast to my moral
If only my thoughts would cease
So l could enjoy the here and now
And life perhaps a new lease
But still on the past l dwell
Excerts from poem state of confusion
1997 written 2020
The wind blows free in my valley
Bending giant trees to her will.
Sometimes from the north, such anger spews forth
That even the sun feels her chill.
Clouds scurry around to obey her
In fear she’ll devour them as well.
In her primal pain, she lures gentle rain
To join in her demonic spell.
In moments, fury abated,
Reverting to sweet-tempered breeze,
So mellow and light she seduces night
And vamps bright daybreak with her tease.
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