I did not lie down to die
& to be tired
in a juked fever
like a maddening prayer
alterity cries for blood roses
the spit of aberration
to father, to shell/ or bone
blind;
sulked by shitty words
until it no longer hurts.
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Written for the 7/12/2021 dVerse prompt for dVerse’s 10th year anniversary: Feel free to play with the word in quadrille form: Juked, Juking.
Pseudopsychosis. 
63 responses to “cry for blood roses.”
dang. nice emotional energy in this.
had to look up alterity, which is cool. thanks for the reason to learn.
its close enough to altar to play well with prayer.
the last stanza though has grit, and carries the emotional punch.
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Thank you, Brian, for the kindness and feedback. ❤ I wanted the last stanza to contrast by being more direct.
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No you cannot lie down and day if there are aberrations to sooth
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Now that is true!
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No one likes to be juked around! You make that very clear in your poem Lucy. Great take on the prompt.
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Thanks, Dwight! 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Wow….the last two lines really slam it to you! Powerful.
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Thank you, Lillian! ❤ ❤
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Ugh – pain that definitely can be felt in the words
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Thank you, Claudia. ❤
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So deep, so dark … pain that can be felt.
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Aww, thank you Helen.
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This is incredibly potent! 💝💝 I so love the flawless manner in which this poem flows!
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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I can feel the pain……..well expressed.
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Thank you!
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Juked fever – I admire how you used the word Lucy. Blood roses strike me as a bold imagery for the deepest pain; even painful death.
Thanks for joining in Lucy!
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Thank you so much, Grace!
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“in a juked fever
like a maddening prayer” – love this! What a powerful piece!
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Thank you!
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“Juked Fever” is my favorite phrase of the day! 💖
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Thank you. ❤ ❤
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Remember, Lucy..chickens “lay”, people lie (down). I still struggle with “we boys”. “To father, to shell/ or bone blind” hooked me. Also “sulked by shitty words”.
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Ahhh, just fixed it!
Thank you so much and I’m glad you liked those lines. 🙂
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If you can find a way to cope consider yourself blessed. Big energy emanating from this one.
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That is true and thank you so much. 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Lucy.
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❤ ❤
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A lovely poem, Lucy. That last line is profound. I get deep pain and the possibility of its release. Love it.
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Thank you, Jeff! I love how you view this piece. ❤
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You’re most welcome, Lucy! I am glad to know you love how I view your poem; how wonderful. It is such a pleasure to read your work – it speaks to me. ❤
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❤️❤️❤️
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An emotionally-charged quadrille which packs a punch, Lucy! It made me think of the Tori Amos song ‘Blood Roses.’
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Aww, thank you Ingrid, and I have to check out that song now! 😀
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It’s a good one! I don’t really understand the lyrics but love it anyway 😅
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“juked fever” is fabulous; so is “bone blind”
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Aww, thank you!
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Flawless, you expressed the pain so well here. Every word, every line hits really hard. Love it ❤❤
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Thank you very much, AB! ❤ ❤
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“until it no longer hurts”
So many thoughts but simply “concise and flawless”
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Brilliant as always. ❤️
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Thank you. ❤
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“Juked fever” is excellent. It sounds like a moving rage. And the pain–no one should be abused for being different.
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Thank you so much!
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Very nice. I enjoyed reading this. 🙂
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Thank you, Bill!
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You’re welcome, Lucy.
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The depth of pain is palpable, so much between these lines but I feel there is a longing to be validated.
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There definitely is that lingering feeling of longing. 🙂 Thank you so much for the thoughts and feedback, Mish. Always appreciated. ❤
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And-a one, and-a two, and-a… no wait, you didn’t go there, for the obvious — you went here, and I liked it Lucy! You helped flush the sappy outta my brain. But hey, I like sappy, I like snappy, I’m old and my mind gets gap’y — but I really like comin’ here and ridin’ your words my friend. You put the click back in my clack, and my mind back on the deep track. Keep on’a rollin’ loooose — Luce. What the hell did I just write here?!
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I am not quite sure what the hell you just wrote, but hey it made me smile. 🙂 Thank you so much, Rob. I always appreciate your support and commentary. ❤
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Fevered prayer is useless, if pandemic protocols are not heeded
Much💜love
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Very true.
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Can feel such pain in this – captured so skilfully.
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Aww, thank you.
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You know, your poem makes me feel emotions that I can’t even describe in the words that you included in it.
❤
David
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Oh wow, David, that is quite the compliment! Thank you so much. 😊
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dang! powerfully done!
in a juked fever
like a maddening prayer
wow.
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Thank you!
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Yes
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❤️
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❤️
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