Leave a note (first).

How intoxicating; my heart in the oubliette 
taking root, brooding (such killing
of art),
would I murder my mockingbird
like Bukowski’s own blue-bird,
in his breast? At the death of note,
maybe I’ll be gone—I don’t want to lose this time
you first.

© 2021 Pseudopsychosis All Rights Reserved.

Written for the 08/23/2021 dVerse quadrille prompt: Heart.

60 thoughts on “Leave a note (first).”

  1. Lucy,
    I like the persona’s wit. A game of dare, a game of love: what’s the difference? It’s all torture. But someone’s got to take that first leap of faith.

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  2. I was wondering what Lucy-dark heart tale you’d write, and “my heart in the oubliette
    taking root,” is definitely dark but such a wild, vivid image.
    But you lightened it with the “you first” at the end–which is perfect!

    (But never kill a mockingbird.) 😀

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  3. Stunning how much you pack into 44 words here– “my heart in the oubliette,” evoking Bukowski gives it incredible depth, and then the dare at the end

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  4. My goodness! 💝 This is absolutely stunning, Lucy! You had me at “would I murder my mockingbird like Bukowski’s own blue-bird, in his breast?” Love it! 😀

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  5. A most excellent bit of freeverse, your internal rhymes were off the charts, and of course, you manage to produce a beautiful piece without cutting any corners to your craft. As always, delicious work.

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      1. Please, if my words brought honor I’d have talked my way into proper society ages ago. As always, I am dissatisfied with the simple “like” button is all. Continue to color me green with envy, Lucy.

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