Death among a void,
existence into the throat
of the flowers; but what is it about
the death of verse and prose
into the saurian rocks
and night of memory
not myself? Quiet as baby’s breath.
The fall of man
is a rarity from fear and falsity
but as poetically a delusion
to capture in the snow like a child;
I reach to open my eyes
to the tenor and tomb of
a sleep like Lazarus of the dead;
the cold exult, the connectivity
of mind is not reached, for language
does not trace to the old trees
a forward of understanding.
The dark light
stumbles in the topology
to the axis of beauty, oh, but it is not dead,
in the arms of water
perched over lost prayers
in dark churches;
I am not blinded but wounded
like a child of snow
who lies by the mouth of poets
who leave their shadows
to the song.
I leave
in a deeper silence
alone to the fossils without a place
and to the thought of others…
the ice pick at feet
to each other from each other;
therefore, death without a name
but us.
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First appeared in Volume Seven of Visual Verse Anthology.
35 responses to “I leave in a deeper silence.”
“Beauty” is a topic that I like to rehearse and rewrite on, over again. It’s the only thing in the world that represents sheer vulnerability. It is always fragile, always weak, always in need of protection. Like a mother protecting her child. Like an organization protecting some endangered species. Beauty is always the protected, of things able to easily break. Though, why do we protect beauty? It’s out of love, that we protect beauty.
Things able to be broken, are easily cherished. Things able to be dismantled, are easily preserved. The ones who wish to destroy beauty, are those who cannot understand life. They cannot understand it, because life is the same as beauty. Temporary. Both beauty and life are only ephemeral in our preservation of it.
I write of this, because your poem reminds me a lot of how beauty falls, and how beauty rises. Like life, it falls and also rises. Knowledge, to the raising and the maintenance of beauty and life. Ignorance, to the destruction and negligence of beauty and life.
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Whoops.
Used an improper word.
“Ephemeral”. Thought its definition referred to “eternity”.
Ah, well…
Replace it with “eternal”. 😀
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Such great thoughts and I agree with you very much. I find “ephemeral” to be more fitting in its context because we can actively destroy what we should hold dear to us, such as life.
But, I understand what you mean. I thank you for your feedback and as well for reading my piece. ❤
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Beautiful lines
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Thank you, Kamal!
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This is a masterpiece, Lucy. The meanings… the metaphors.. the atmospheric quality..
The finale is superb
“I leave
in a deeper silence
alone to the fossils without a place
and to the thought of others…
the ice pick at feet
to each other from each other;
therefore, death without a name
but us.”
WOW.
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G, I thank you dearly from the bottom of my heart. It’s such a joy to read your kind thoughts. Thank you, my friend. Thank you. ❤ ❤
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My pleasure sweetheart. It’s really a masterpiece ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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You write so beautifully, Lucy. This is amazing! 😊
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Thank you! 😀
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Wow! This poem is beautiful beyond words!!!
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Thank you so much. ❤
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You are an amazing poet. I wish I could write like you.
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Aw, shucks. I don’t know what to say right now! I feel flattered. Thank you for making my day. ❤ ❤
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This is so beautiful !!!! Evoking ! “I leave
in a deeper silence
alone to the fossils without a place…..” The fossils without a place….wow…beautiful Lucy!!
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Aww, thank you! ☺️
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Lucy, I forgot to say something in my previous comment, because I was struck beyond words by the beauty and the feeling of your poem. You inspire me! This poem, although it has darkness, it made me smile, because everything that is fragile and human it means life. Fragile, ephemeral, human. That’s what we are. Thank you for writing so beautifully and for making my heart beat faster while I am reading your words.
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Oh, I truly have no words. Thank you greatly, Andrada. ❤ ❤ I feel humbled and honored.
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❤️
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You really seem ultra cool. Sorry for the seem, but no one truly knows. Thankyou for glancing at one of my poems, I, um, have just innocently started blogging and am quite vulnerable. After reading one of yours in return I know immediately that I want to read more, but I’m so tired right now. Let me just digest just the one for now and sleep on it. Talk about one epic girl huh, you really have a gentle heart of creativity bursting like a quasar. Till next time Lucy, and oh, thanks againx
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Thank you so, so much. 😀 I’m really appreciative of your kind feedback. Just wow! I feel flattered. ❤ ❤
I also really enjoyed reading what you have up and I am looking forward to more.
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Cheers Lucy. Your words are a cool breeze. That may sound spun out but you have such depth, I’m stuck on the shore in the sunlight with fear of swimming too far out, but there I am paddling in your words. Lol, ‘ave a good one. Life Raft Lady. x
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Such beautifully mesmerising poetry. It takes me on a jouney through time and space. It has a noble quality that somehow speaks of salvation.
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Thank you so much.
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Hello Lucy… I your deep and frightening, but that’s probably me this week…. I’m feeling fragile and tender… however I loved your profound finale stanza,
” I leave
in a deeper silence
alone to the fossils without a place
and to the thought of others…
the ice pick at feet
to each other from each other;
therefore, death without a name
but us.” 😀😎
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Hi Ivor. I’m very sorry to hear that and I hope you’re doing alright. Much love your way, my friend.
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I’ll be ok…. I’m just battling to stay focused and positive….
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Woah, this is outstanding. My my💛
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Thank you! 🥰
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My pleasure 💕
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This is incredible, Lucy. Truly.
I loved all of it but especially:
“The fall of man
is a rarity from fear and falsity
but as poetically a delusion
to capture in the snow like a child;”
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Oh, I thank you so much. I liked those lines too. 🥰
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