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 I’ll 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. © 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.
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