Deep in my Heart.

Posted on by Lucy 
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.

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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.

Published by Lucy

"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major.

23 thoughts on “Deep in my Heart.”

  5. 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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  8. 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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