lonely, born in the ecstasy
this root of blood;
walk away into
the forbidden, unmade road
split and wounded,
eternally with revived memory,
the stranger of winter shadows
into the dark planetary motion,
the insanity picked from flowers
will too go on
as we walk away.
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39 responses to “Lonely.”
Quite unsettling…
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This conveys a very deep dark mood Lucy. But so true for some. I like this very much
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Thank you so much. ❤️
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You are very welcome. Thankyou so much for your amazing poetry.
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❤️❤️😊
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Awesome.
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Thank you!
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so it is and always shall be
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This is such a powerful poem. I’ve nominated you for an award. Please check my blog for more information!❤️
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Thank you so much! And yes, I’ll check it out. ❤️
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You’re welcome.❤️
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Dark and deep, this is truly something good. I was wondering, have you been a fan of writing such poetry or stories before?
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Thank you so much!
And yes, I think I always have been. I’ve been writing for a good five years now (give or take), though mainly poetry. 🙂
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This is beautiful within the depths of the soul.
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Thank you so much. ❤ ❤
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🙂🌍
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Love that line, “the forbidden unmade road.” Nice work Lucy!
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Thank you! 😀
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
DEEP!
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Thank you! 😀
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Very fine poem. Your line “insanity picked from flowers” is striking. Thank you.
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Thank you so much.
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Loneliness is always the most terrible of acceptances. The parting between the one we loved and us, is a wound of distance that is so hard to mend.
We bleed between each other, from one person to the next, when the wind carries more-so the sight of it, over the stench of the oncoming infection.
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Very true thoughts, my friend. Your words also read as good prose.
But, yes, I agree. Loneliness is one of the worst feelings to have, and that at the heart of it, we truly need people to connect with throughout our lives.
Thank you for your feedback. I greatly appreciate it. 🙂
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Wow…speaks to the depths of life in many ways.
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Thank you. ❤
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Is this one by you? Dark…brooding… omniscient. I really liked the two lines: “the stranger of winter shadows”
“the insanity picked from flowers”
I liked reading them out loud… Maybe it’s my present mind but it’s like the virus… Gotten so easily, therein lies its menace…. Like insanity from merely picking flowers.
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Yep, it is by me. I am so glad you enjoyed this piece.
That is such an intriguing connection that you’ve made with that line with the pandemic. It really does make sense in that context.
Thank you for your thoughts and feedback. I appreciate it very much. 😃
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What a beautiful piece of work.
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Thank you. ❤️
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My absolute pleasure
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WOW, Lucy–this one echoes on… 5-Star!
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Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️
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You are hugely welcome 🙂 !!!
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You’re welcome💖💖💖💖💖
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lovely word. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you. ❤
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