Deep in my heart
sunshine for early
longing none more
than the kneel before the stars
angry in their tarmacs
of light,
closer to the
sow of blood
ravished red,
dead, solely, after the years,
and Iβll
be alone by the shell of
betrayal, stirred by leaf
on mid-summer
on the garret, perched windows
that drifts and drifts,
rolled on a dead poet,
and flown and sowed
by the stitch, my squill,
of dark vanishing whisper.
the sun struck
the smoke in the stars
see them recede
into the still red ravished
tomb of wind, flowers upturned,
as we eat capers;
speechless as the animal bones
hunted in the ground;
I put on the fire, old, remembered,
bewitched as the bars
alone seeped into lavender sea
unto my heart.
Β© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
First appeared in Variant Lit’s Second Chance Anthology in mid 2020.
When I wrote this poem, I believe it was sometime in early 2020. I was reading some of Leonard Cohen’s poetry and I sought after his style in ways of honesty, bluntness, and conversational demeanor in his writing. He didn’t shy away from the details in his poems, and that alone intrigued me very much. This poem centralizes depression, the narrator longing for more than the predisposed patterns that they’ve grown into. But as well, it symbolizes major depression with references of being tired of life, and then embracing the elements they’ve known from what feels like the start.
I hope you could enjoy this piece, and as always, I welcome and appreciate your thoughts and feedback.
23 responses to “Deep in my Heart.”
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Snow white father
pellets of god to flower
I blame this kiss of death
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onset born dying
no need crying
but to whence we return
once this life doth us spurn?
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Compelling words, such rich imagery.π·
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Thank you very much!
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Just beautiful, Lucy. I enjoy the rawness of this poem very much.
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Aww, thank you Jeff!
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Youβre most welcome, Lucy. Is my complete pleasure!
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I foam at the mouth with poetic injustice that the muses favor you over me.
Still, I cannot help but love the style. The paroxysmal verse is simply delicious – violently cutting into its own verses to subvert, redefine, and relinquish meaning line by line. I don’t see the smoky allure of your usual dreamscapes, lost to lunacy and forbidden knowledge carved into song-scripts onto your bones. Instead, this piece is far more earthy, possessing an enduring sort of style that I find perhaps less intrinsically and ethereally beautiful, but more bluntly delightful.
It’s been a bit since I’ve properly sat down to read your work, but I feel like this is two in a row for me that appears different from your usual style and yet phenomenal all the same. Well done, you, well done.
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Oh WOW, thank you so much Masa! I always love reading your feedback.
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A deep and rich description of the chaos of depression. An important subject to examine, and to keep talking about!
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Thank you so much, Ingrid. β€
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I very much enjoy where this takes me.
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Thank you. π
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Your words are so compelling, the way you write is fucking amazing, and honestly I wish I discovered it sooner. Lovey piece you have here, I can not wait to see what you are going to post next!
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Aww, thank you very much! π
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Oh no, the pleasure was all mine!
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What the hell lol this is good shit lmao
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Hahaha, why thank you! That makes me happy to hear that. π
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