I dreamed
in Venus
a darkness without a place
in mistier
all-the-dead
feet at our bones
in our graves
the acacia weeps
we, like Ophelia,
fall then drown
but, madness is not
without a place
the sea waits
and severs the
white lines of the sun,
and leaf, I toe,
to rock, to tree and
eolith bones
to mercies
this eye of death
reddens the night
but, madness is not
without a place.
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Written for the dVerse open link night.
30 responses to “Venus.”
Really liked the transition from the day to the night but all engulfed in the dark. Sad but true sometimes. Darkness knows no place. Spectacular!
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Thank you, Kumar. I so appreciate your thoughts. ❤️
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‘the sea waits
and severs the
white lines of the sun,’
Amazing lines and wonderful piece following your dark trail of thoughts.
Jay
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Thanks, Jay. I’m very glad you enjoyed this piece!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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this is deeply profound … those knowing madness often have profound talents!
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That is indeed true! Thank you. ☺️
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WOW, just WOWWWW….
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Aww, thank you truly. ❤️❤️ I’m smiling.
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What a lovely SMILE!!
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😊 ❤
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I like the sense, all the while, of passionate other worldy ache in this, Lucy… Loved it and will be bacck for more…
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I’m so glad to hear that. Thank you for your analysis and thoughts. I’m especially happy to hear that you’ll be back for more. ❤️
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This is incredibly potent! I love; “the acacia weeps we, like Ophelia, fall then drown but, madness is not without a place.”❤️
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Aww, thank you. I’m happy you like those lines; they happen to be one of my favorite ones as well in this poem.
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Oh Lucy, these three lines are brilliant, they vividly caressed my imagination….
“the sea waits
and severs the
white lines of the sun,”
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Thank you so much, Ivor. I’m so glad you liked those lines in this piece. ❤
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I love these lines. Such a great image!
the sea waits
and severs the
white lines of the sun,
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Thank you, Roth! ❤ ❤
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You are welcome… you can call me Dwight! :>)
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Ah, my apologies! Thank you, Dwight. ❤
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No apologies needed. I appreciate you reading all my posts!
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I love the way this poem takes me into a blend of the familiar and unfamiliar, like dreams themselves: unfamiliar Venus juxtaposed with familiar Ophelia. I also love the lines:
‘…I toe,
to rock, to tree and
eolith bones’
all pointing to the final allusion to madness.
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Thank you! 😃
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Yes, madness has a place, especially when the world seems so mad. Poor Ophelia! Great poem.
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Thank you so much. ❤️
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love those last two lines and how you could slant your interpretation in different ways (K)
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Thank you so much!
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You had me at the first line, so profound and I love your word choices in this piece.
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I’m so glad. Thank you for your feedback, Mish. ❤ ❤
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