Look at all the eyes.

Look at all the eyes

of humanity and light

cry into blood-welling

forgotten in unbridled free verse;

around the corner that last breath

in the mirror

moves in dream and desire

nigh to each taraxcum dandelion

flowering over mother’s relics;

another death

under the stars.

Into the darkest shadows,

in murderous torpor,

times of the fish

and times of the born

a man, a woman

and a flower in the dark

kneeled into the lines

of a dream,

lines of a dream

flows like death

dream and death

in a frenzy fire, my friend,

solitary like a forsaken past

in each shade of the sea

and a temple surrounding a dark voice,

in cold hands.

I see all their eyes on me

in blue ebbs

and lonesome ferns;

I look at their eyes

earthbound,

I’d awake,

and I could not whisper

into the integrity,

in a dance of a frost dark

in poetic desire

free of mind.

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44 Comments

  1. A truly mind boggling piece Lucy, and these 4 lines really grabbed my attention…

    “times of the fish
    and times of the born
    a man, a woman
    and a flower in the dark”

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    1. Wow, what a beautiful and emotional song. Thank you for sharing it, and thank you as well for your kind words on my poem. It is very appreciated. ❀ ❀

      Liked by 1 person

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