birth.

Posted on January 10, 2021June 19, 2021 by Lucy

cruelly, our moon-hung
ancient tree fathers a poet
sperm in frail autumn, born in
dustily springlace,
and eyes to this earth
opened to oceanid shame,

I wake
same as I was, peeling
bones and eating air.

Published by Lucy

"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major. View all posts by Lucy

18 thoughts on “birth.”

Haunting and lingering! I enjoyed it very much, Lucy :))

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Lucy January 10, 202112:21 pm Reply

Thanks, Jay! 😃

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Dang, with the word “Cruelly” at the beginning, it reminds me of on of my favorite lines:
Parent: “I gave life to you!”
Me: “I didn’t ask for this life!”
Another great one, Lucy!

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Lucy January 10, 202112:21 pm Reply

Thank you!

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Hi lucy! Really great poem! I loved it! ❤

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Lucy January 10, 202112:21 pm Reply

Thank you immensely, Carol. ❤️❤️

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Love it!

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Lucy January 10, 202112:22 pm Reply

I’m happy to hear that! Thank you for reading my piece.

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Visceral. That’s all that kept echoing in my mind as i read your lines.

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Lucy January 10, 20213:15 pm Reply

Thank you. 🙂

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Burning into my eyes,
the wor(l)ds of hurtful lives.
Always scared to see “good” byes,
scared of deadly hives.

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Lucy January 10, 20213:36 pm Reply

Wow! This is so beautiful and evocative. Thank you for sharing. 💕

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1. J. P. K. | Johandros Systems January 10, 20213:47 pm
  
  If it would only stop the mess. 💕
  
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2. Lucy January 10, 20213:47 pm
  
  Sadly, true.
  
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