
Desert, her eyes are morsels
to the jasmine and roses once grown from her wrists,
between the flowers in each white finger,
whilst the moon falls, leaves barefoot in winter,
deserved for posturing an abyss
this dance, like an atramentous sea;
woman
to the ebb and flow
of flower bedded lips to firstborn tree,
knucklebones, wrists,
red-dusted each tress,
a harvest of glass adorned on her face,
calaveras
like milium sands; sanguinolent
leaves fall, fingers hold them tightly
in silent beats of her heart,
she soon sings, through each palliative thorn
each stem that twists and lives,
swelling in möbius dreams
to asylum under the dotted moon,
ice creases like a porcelain doll,
she begets it; broken bones of the shore
never surrenders, the woman aglow;
deathly violets she kisses them once,
and they bloom.
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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Write a poem motivated by one of Catrin Welz-Stein’s images.”
76 responses to “bloom.”
I had to look up the meaning of several words here — I’m always learning at dVerse! I like your description of her in these words “ice creases like a porcelain doll.’” And I’ll take that final word “bloom” in the positive sense! 🙂
She really is an amazing artist, right?
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Thank you so much, Lillian! And yes, this is actually a positive piece (oh, for once in my life… ha). I figured since you were hosting poetics today, I thought I would write a poem that’s much lighter than my usual writings; and I think I may have accomplished that. 🙂
Yes, she really is. I’m going to check out more of her work. It’s inspiring.
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This is amazing… and I love that you have included some ambiguity into the darkness of your words, but the thought of möbius dreams is perfect for those nights when you’re walking in circles only to be back where you started.
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Thank you, Björn, so much. I love your interpretation of the imagery as well. ❤
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My goodness this is good! As always you swept me away with your magical imagery 😀 I love; “this dance, like an atramentous sea; woman to the ebb and flow of flower bedded lips to firstborn tree.”
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Oh, Sanaa. Thank you so much! I’m truly honored.
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This line jumps out at me: “she soon sings, through each palliative thorn”
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I’m happy you liked that line. ❤
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Wonderful imagery!
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Thank you! 😊
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You’re welcome!
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How wonderful that blooming at the end. This speaks to me of a woman in charge of her destiny despite the brokenness of life. This is my favorite imagery:
she soon sings, through each palliative thorn
each stem that twists and lives,
swelling in möbius dreams
Amazing write as always Lucy.
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That’s exactly the theme of this poem. Thank you so much for your analysis and kind words. It means a lot!
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aha this is more pleasing altho you’ve managed to weave death into those palliative thorns … she totally looks like a porcelain doll! Thanks Lucy, love this
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In essence, I tried to create more of a positive and hopeful poem. I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece! Thank you so much.
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I really did, I err on the light side so we balance each other!
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A wonderful word play in this one Lucy. I love the kiss that make them bloom instead of dying!
Dwight
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Thank you! I really wanted to accentuate that to contrast with the general themes in my poetry. For once, I did not delve into the dark side… At least, not that much.
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I liked it very much!
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Wow! Have to read it a few more times, but wow!
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Aww, thank you so much. ❤ ❤
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Amazing work!❤❤
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Thanks!
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A haunting kind of blooming – a dramatic and dark take on the prompt!
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Thank you. 💜
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You’re welcome! I also loved the line: ‘swelling in möbius dreams.’ Got me reading about möbius strips which set my mind reeling!
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I love this poem, Lucy. The opening lines are so dreamy and I love the wordplay in the ambiguous line: ‘whilst the moon falls, leaves barefoot in winter’ – it made me ponder. I was also drawn to the imagery and the lines:
‘knucklebones, wrists,
red-dusted each tress,
a harvest of glass adorned on her face,
calaveras
like milium sands…’
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Thank you so much. 🥰
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Left me breathless, literally. So good I forgot to breathe.
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Oh, wow. Thank you so much. 💗
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Really beautiful Lucy
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Thank you.
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I’m still waiting to see what effect this one produces. For the moment it’s a woman walking along a seashore at dusk with roses.
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Interesting interpretation! As I was writing this, this was more along the lines of fragility and brokenness, but by the end, the woman remains strong.
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Your writing is impressionistic, so there are no hard and fast meanings; everyone sees it a little differently.
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I agree with you so much. I find that with poetry, it’s very dependent on multiple meanings than one set one, for the most part. Different perspectives can reveal meanings one hasn’t even thought of, as well.
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I tend to be very conservative and possibly stick too closely to conventional sentence structure. It limits the number of possible interpretations.
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The prompt image you chose was very well expressed Lucy, fine writing. I really like these Welz-Stein artworks.
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Thank you. Her artwork is very amazing and such wonderful inspiration.
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I read recovery and growth.
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That’s definitely the theme I intended! 🙂
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There’s still darkness and blood, but there’s hope in the bloom at the end–that she initiates from something within in her. I like that. 😀
I also like the möbius dreams.
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Yes, I really wanted the ending to be uplifting and happy somewhat. A large contrast to my usual writings! Thank you so much for your kindness and feedback. It’s always appreciated. ❤ ❤
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You’re very welcome, Lucy.
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“of flower bedded lips to firstborn tree” — truly stunning line. Love the word choices in the poem–clinical, exact, colorful, and evocative.
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Thank you!
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Porcelain seems just right for both woman and roses. Hard and fragile at the same time. (K)
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I thought the same. I’m just glad it could pour itself through the imagery. ❤
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This is incredible in its beauty, Lucy. I love all of the imagery, rhymes and the sounds you have chosen throughout. It is very satisfying to read. You can feel the breaking and the growing. Overall I am just in love with this poem! 🌸
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Thank you so, so much Katy. 🥰
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Read it many times…felt like coming back or taking charge…loved the images that came to mind…
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Thank you so much!
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Mesmerizing flow of images, some broken, incongruous yet resonant with strength and life.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry shared.
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Thank you so much, John.
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You are welcome dear Lucy.
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I enjoyed your work today. This poem was my favorite.
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I’m ecstatic to hear that. Thank you for reading my work today.
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You are welcome dear Lucy. Many positive comments.
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“a harvest of glass adorned on her face” – Spectacular writing. You always make me look up several words!
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Aww, thank you. ❤ ❤
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Love this!
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I’m so glad to hear that. 🙂
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I really love it!👍👍
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This is so beautiful ❤️
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Thank you. ❤
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Wow this is beautiful
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Thank you!
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Such a beautiful poem and amazing use of words
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Thank you!
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Lucy, I so like it that you send me on missions to learn new words. I used to like going to the dictionary to investigate meanings, pronunciations, and how the heck do I use it in a sentence? But now there’s google/
I haven’t mentioned “Fine Job” yet. / plus the wild imagery to imagine.
Thanx, gray
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Thank you very much, Gray. 🙂
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“swelling in möbius dreams”…
You can live in a line like that.
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Thank you. ❤
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