with the last flower, traveled and scrawled from our mind—across the sun. the moon cracks and reddens as death comes to stardust. ebony époque hikes to the yellow tourniquets; and in-utero shells, plasma glass, her eyes are mine;
maniac moon
devours the limb to the stars
clotted in bones/rocks.
I dream between the blood from the womb; nature’s breast and bone; clavicle, ankle bones, alone she is unmisted to the shore, into Autumned dark. I dissociate.
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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Whatever your pleasure, today, let us write haibun in which we use the word “hike,” alluding to whatever context we find most meaningful. For those new to haibun, write a prose paragraph or two, followed by a haiku, in which you include a seasonal reference, and a complement of divergent images that provokes insight.”
Pseudopsychosis. 
43 responses to “last flower.”
A beautiful stream of consciousness haibun, Lucy. I love autumn blooms, the asters, Michaelmas daisies and salvias, berries and foliage – nature’s bones. Even the harvest moon takes on an autumn hue.
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Thank you dearly! ❤
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Somehow I get an image of a butcher’s shop… nature has a lot of death if you just look closely, every flower grows from corpses of living things.
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Nature indeed is full of death. I find it as a component to its beauty and how we can observe it in other living things. A cycle.
Thank you for reading my piece.
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This poem of yours….is simply so beautiful & deep….every word is speaking to me….❤️✨
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Thank you so much, Navin. ☺️
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You’re welcome, Lucy.
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❤️❤️
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Very dark, so much lije the Covid19 cloud hovering above
Stay Safe
Much✏love
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Thank you so much!
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Yes, your vision is written in shadow language, as the edges of words undulate, shimmering with ebon fringes and fearful mists. You had me at “in-utero shells and plasma glass”.
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Thank you!
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An esoteric feel that enlivens your poetic prose. Well done!
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Thank you, Frank! ❤️
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That limb to the stars is probably was sucked in when the moon cooled into that hard crusty boney ball!
Interesting haibun Lucy!
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You’re probably right! 😃 Thank you for reading my piece.
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You are welcome!
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It feels grim and disjointed and the end seems to confirm it.
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It definitely is. I always like to describe the darker sides especially as alluding to nature. Thank you so much for reading my piece. ❤
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You are very welcome. Showing the shadow of things is important.
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This is exquisite writing Lucy — superb!
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Thanks, Rob! 😀
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Striking piece – ‘in-utero shells’ is wonderful to say out loud, as is ‘alone she is unmisted to the shore’ – the whole thing sounds like a clatter of bones. Marvellous and dark.
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Thank you so much, Peter!
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I love the last stanza….a body in parts yet whole. A visceral journey.
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I’m so glad. Thank you. ❤️
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Oh my WOW, Lucy!! This is exquisite writing. The imagery is dark and divine 👏👏You just get better and better and never cease to amaze me.
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Oh wow, thank you so much Katy. I feel honored, especially hearing this from you. Thank you, thank you. ☺️
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This is a strange and captivating dream – dark, delicious and almost hallucinogenic! Great take on the prompt: you take us to another world with your words.
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Aww, thank you so much. Indeed, most of my writing is strange or dark, and I’m glad you like the imagery I pull in. That makes me so happy to hear that. 💕
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I really love your vivid images but you see nature/life opposite to me! I see the light and joy, you …
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Thank you so much!
It’s not necessarily how I view nature, it’s just how I write about it. 😉 Dramatics and all. Hahaha. I see truly the more liberating sides of it, and not what I describe; it’s the birds at early morning, the isolated lakeside, the distant mountains—they are powerful.
Now with life, on the other hand, I see its darkness. Hahaha!
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I’ve worked with it’s dark side for too long, that’s why I prefer to emphasise the light … but people seem to be more fascinated by the dark?!?
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Such an enticing way with words, mixing them like paint.
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Aww, thanks. 🥰
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Your nightmare of disembodied limbs and body parts haunts again. You have a way with words, pulling images apart and scattering them yet ending up with something visually coherent.
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Thank you so much. That means a lot. 💗
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🙂
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You are definitely writing from the darker side here. A stream of consciousnes approach to the prose section of the haibun lends it a different feel from most haibuns. I’m always reminded that the prose section of the haibun must be true….by placing it in a stream-of-consciousness realm, we enter your mind for the “truth” rather than the scene itself.
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your feedback!
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A nightmarish vision–full of blood. It makes me think of dreams I had when I was younger. (I was conscious of seeing lots of red in them around the time of my period.)
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That’s a great description of this piece. Now, that’s also pretty interesting with the symbolism of red!
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Perhaps TMI, but it just made me think of those vivid red dreams I used to have. 😏
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