Solitude
arrayed in language
unnoticed in its death,
as the leaves survive
the siege of winter,
taloned with wounds
rejoicing in the wind.
In my dreams,
there is silence
as the flowers die
through our eyes;
whispers held,
empty,
beneath our feet
of the grey stone,
leave a rock
after death
they exist
unlike flowers
for eternity.
We will not look back,
as it will flood back somewhere
within our minds,
and beneath the permission tree
as it bleeds in the escape
of water and wind,
it disturbs the quiet
as winter hides
in ecstacy
that compels
us to look away,
and die tired deaths
each day.
As we watch
everything else in absence
waking up alone
to that return
of the dream,
conveying
instinct,
everything from the refrain,
the animals,
& blood,
eyes cannot escape
the hunt;
the black persimmon leaves fall.
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29 responses to “Eyes.”
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Thank you!
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You are highly welcome ππ€π€
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How are you doing Lucy?
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Iβm doing good today. How about you?
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Thatβs wonderful to hear! π
Iβm doing great thanks. Seems like you love cats ππ
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Glad to hear youβre doing good!
And yes, I do love cats. Hahaha.
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πthanks
ππyeah, your picture says so.
I met so many cat lovers on WordPress. Itβs really nice to meet you also.
Whatβs the name of your cat?
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His name is Indy. Do you have any pets? π
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Wow, Indy, hmmm thatβs lovely. π
I donβt, unfortunately π
My last one, a dog died sometimes ago, it was so sad. But after this pandemic, I should get myself one π
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Hahaha. It’s short for Independence. It suits him well, that nutty cat.
Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. It is always heartbreaking to lose a pet. They’re part of the family and it’s very sad.
Yes, you should definitely get one when the pandemic ends–Dogs are so lovely, and there’s always so much love to give to animals.
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Yeah, he will grow up to be independent of you one day ππand he will go out to be the male that he is and bring back income ππjust kidding.
Yeah thanks for your concern. π€
I feel like cuddling one right now π€π€π€π€like any pet with hair, even lion π¦π
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YOWSA!
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Thank you so much!
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beautiful but it will not reblog
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Thank you. β€
And that’s odd. I guess it’s WordPress acting funky.
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So very beautiful, Lucy.
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Thank you so much. β€ β€
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This is so wonderful! I am so glad I came across your page as I also write poetry π
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Aww, thank you so much. I followed you back and read some of your content. It is excellent and I am very glad to have found your blog too. β€
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Thank you Lucy, that is very kind of you! I will look forward to reading more of your work! π
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…’the black persimmon…’
stay ace. x
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Thank you so much! π
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Well done, L.
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Thank you very much! β€
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You had me wondering with the line…”and beneath the permission tree”… and then after reading your finale lines ” eyes cannot escape ..the hunt;…the black persimmon leaves fall.”….. as the saying goes, ‘things fell into place’, and then I understood, the hardness and depth of your intriguing poem….
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Thank you so much for your analysis. I always love seeing how different people interpret my poetry. Your analysis is very accurate to what I was going for in the poem. Thank you for reading it. β€οΈ
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Always my pleasure Lucy…
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