Silent to my blood.

Posted on April 12, 2021August 5, 2021 by Lucy

silent to my blood
along the bone garden

I have known the
women, living and dead,
eyes seized the one moon,
(a ghost sleeps)

in my body
dissociating a star at my spring bones
my garden, my home
a sparse death in my hair
the wind.

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

15 thoughts on “Silent to my blood.”

This wordplay.

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Lucy February 13, 202112:01 pm Reply

Thank you! ☺️

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Physical poetry, gardens illuminated by haunting specters of the moon (oddly threatening here), and a macabre tension between movement and breaking. Once again, you craft an elegant window into your mind’s working. It is good to see you back to your style.

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Lucy April 12, 202111:59 pm Reply

Thank you, Masa. ❤ Admittedly, I just reposted an oldie of mine here but still glad you could enjoy. 😁 Thank you again for the lovely feedback.

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1. Masa April 13, 202112:01 am
  
  Well I’m terribly embarrassed to have mistaken the timeline, but a good poem is timeless. I won’t retract a single compliment!
  
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2. Lucy April 13, 20211:19 am
  
  Hahaha, no need to be embarrassed. 😀 Thank you so much.
  
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