eyelids
and a lie i stare
the way footsteps
slip
in winters etcetera
of the garden; the most frail
are knifed apples of eve
in my hands roots
faces I hid because I’m a memorial now
not the child
with arias in my bones
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Written for the dVerse prompt: Use the word way in a quadrille.
54 responses to “eyelids.”
I see the image of Ophelia lying in the water seeing her last breath slipping away.
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I can now see that too! Thank you for the feedback. ❤
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I enjoyed the seemingly disjointed stream of consciousness of your quadrille, Lucy, which has stunning imagery in ‘the way footsteps slip in winters etcetera’, the ‘knifed apples of eve’ and the arias in bones. The speaker in this poem could still be saved.
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They very well can. As dark as my poems are with the topics they delve into, that is one aspect that is always there: Hope.
Thank you for your feedback, Kim. It is always appreciated. ❤
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‘not the child/with arias in my bones’ – this was heartbreaking to me, Lucy, and so haunting!
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Thank you, Ingrid, so much!
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I was so into this that I didn’t even notice the word “way” anywhere until I went back. As others have said, “not the child with arias in my bones” is so very telling and hits to the bottom of the soul. Just an amazing write, Lucy!
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Hahaha! Well, I must have done my job right if you didn’t notice it right away. 😀
Thank you so much, Lillian. I am honored to hear it.
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That’s exactly what happened to me too! This was such an engrossing poem!
-David
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Aww, thank you!
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I feel the reflection, perhaps regret within this piece. So interesting to explore each line further with interpretation. Wonderful word choices with “etcetera” and “arias”.
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It’s definitely a reflection of memories with how I interpreted it when writing (and I always like to say that to me, the best interpretation is the reader’s). Thank you so much. ❤ ❤
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That last line is a killer (so to speak)… Love this one!
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Hahaha, thank you!
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“winters etcetera of the garden” and “knifed apples of Eve” such rich terms, Lucy. You create a world within a few words. Excellent!
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Oh wow, I am so happy to hear that. Just 44 words and it’s rough to create a landscape, you know? I always try and I am happy you think I can create such a world. You do as well with masterful imagery and color; the detail is impeccable from your color-wheel of words in their world. ❤ ❤
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Yes, it is a fun challenge to build with 44 worlds and you surely did. Thanks for the kind words, Lucy.
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Alive or dead, metaphor or reality, your narrator could be both or neither. I liked “faces I hid because I’m a memorial now” and “eyelids and a lie”.
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Eh, I’m betting money the narrator is emotionally alive but feels dead if that makes sense. I wanted to gather topics of regret, memories, and sadness; and I loved how you picked up on the emotional connections I intended. Thank you so much, as always, for the lovely feedback.
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Arias! Ah I’ll pine for that narrow!
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You definitely should! 😁
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Yes, ‘in winter’s etcetera / of the garden’ is a wonderful line – both discarding the description (we’ve all seen such snow-bound gardens) and the ridiculous involuntary shiver of the cold. Another engaging read – thank you.
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I love how you interpreted it, Peter, as I often love to connect the cold in my poems. I’m glad you found this engaging, I must rather thank you! 😁
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Your poems never fail to challenge me, Lucy!
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Your poems never fail to challenge me, Lucy!
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I will take that as a compliment. 😀
I merely joke, Beverly. I’m happy to hear that and I thank you for such words. It pushes me to go further beyond my writing capabilities in some ways. I thank you for that.
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The progression to ‘Not the child with arias in her bones’
Makes for a sad kind of nostalgia
A very interesting quadrille
Much💖love
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I agree with you, there’s a sad nostalgia I put in. Thank you so much!
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Such a grand entrance into your poem, that had me slipping into read more….🖤
“eyelids
and a lie i stare
the way footsteps
slip”
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Thank you. ❤ ❤
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Children with arias in their bones …. what a beautiful fantasy/reality. Lovely arias, soaring arias, forever arias.
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Thank you!
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“eyelids” — That first word standing alone, and I imagine eyes that refuse to open, refuse to allow anyone to see into the soul behind them.
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That is exactly how I thought of the first few lines. Hiding and not wanting to be seen. Thank you so much for your interpretation, it’s what I had in mind too. 🙂
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…the most frail among us are the knifed apples of eve…
What a great line to describe the death of the elderly! No left with nothing but roots and memories. Makes one grow up very fast!
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Thank you!
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I see that Ken already said what I wanted to say! I loved this masterpiece, Lucy 🙂
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Thank you so very much. ☺️
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This poem is everything! So engaging, I was hooked from start to finish 🙂
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Aww, thank you Hannah.
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It’s a pleasure, you’re most welcome 🙏
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❤ ❤
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Lucy, this is stunning.
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Thank you, Linda! 😀
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I feel like the speaker has somewhat removed herself emotionally behind those eyelids in the beginning, just observing the way it all came undone. A look back at innocence. Nicely done! 👏💕
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Definitely! I had those themes in mind too. Thank you so much.
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“knifed apples of eve”
Love this phrase Lucy! Kick ass piece, once again…
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Thank you, Rob! 😀
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So evocative with layers of meaning, Lucy. It invites the reader’s empathy in a remarkable way. Funny, but “eyelids” are the first thing you look for in a marbled statue or over a sarcophagus.
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Thank you, and that really is funny. I had no idea about that!
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The gravestone of a child is always chilling. (K)
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True.
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This is stunning. It echoes with every word and when the last word is read. it keeps echoing.
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Thank you so much!
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