Ostinato from warship snake to blood forget me more, the fuschia is naked mistaken for life; I could never understand abandonment but I drift in psych lectures from the moment her words form it’s not perverse, it’s not solitude there is only loneliness when I know I left my subconscious to nightmares, a blood-tree to fall on my pet virus, mad before in winter; languidly, I wrought with sweat, slowing my heartbeat neurochemical duress, the labor of my body aglows, destitution in mental illness; a fragmented waste of sperm, I am, and flowers in a name of mine had always been brought in summer as memories mock me, never letting me forget I can’t rearrange it, and I’ve lost even more glimpses of it; I blacked out once, and woke up ready to smash my bathroom mirror. If my alter ego dies, I’ll gladly send it to sea; phantasmagoria I was quiet in a moment, if she dies, I’ll feel nothing; Gooseflesh stirs upon my sheets, bones restless from patriarch disease rubbing alcohol numbs my wounds, sheltered, like snow-white skin, I’ll sleep as the rain ends. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the 08/31/2021 dVerse prompt: Oral poetry.
I always enjoy reading your work, Lucy ❤ This is very dream sequence-esque and reminded me of that scene in Donnie Darko when he’s doubting his own vision as he looks in the mirror.
I enjoyed the line: “bones restless from patriarch disease” – it reminded me of the Handmaid’s Tale and the agitation the handmaids feel at their predicament. Excuse the film references! I seem to only think that way sometimes!
Hope you are well ❤
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I do not mind the film references, I actually enjoy them very much and it gives me a broader perspective in how others view my work and even insight to theatre of all kinds (including films). I find it fascinating!
Thank you so very much. I am doing well, just mainly tired these days. I hope all is well on your end too. ❤️
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It seems like a nightmare, but this line stood out to me, and kind of made me laugh (the way you do in the midst of something horrible). 😀
“If my alter ego dies,
I’ll gladly send it to sea;”
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Hahaha, you make me feel like Morrissey when you say that—some of his lyrics are so brutally honest and absurd, I’ve laughed when listening to The Smiths discography.
I always love reading your thoughts especially with how you interpreted this piece. It’s a nightmare through and through, and I’ve been touching that existential nerve in my chest that makes me question everything. I think I reflect that a little, but I am glad you enjoyed those lines in particular. They were meant to serve as something… confessional but also dark in humor. 😁
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I think this past year or two has touched a lot of existential nerves! 😏
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And rightly so!
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a blood tree
falling on my pet virus
my favourite line from another great poem by you
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Aww, thank you. Pet virus—I stole that from “Milk it” by Nirvana. But, I’ve seen it thrown around here and there, especially with mental illness in poetry and the like. It’s an interesting branch of imagery in those two words.
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This is deliciously dark! I especially like; “I left my subconscious to nightmares, a blood-tree to fall on my pet virus, mad before in winter.” Sigh .. epic rhythm and flow here .. kudos, Lucy! 💝💝
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Aww, thank you dear Sanaa! You’re quite kind.
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The neurochemical duress is strong in this one! I’m hoping this is all a necessary cleansing, like the dark night of the soul, as the rain ends and we have the promise of sleep! 👏👏
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Thank you, Tricia! 🖤
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This makes feel happy reading this..thanks Lucy.
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I thank you!
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Another intense and introspective piece. As you battle with you self throughout you finally come to this line….
If my alter ego dies,
I’ll gladly send it to sea;
And then interestingly think how boring your life would be without it!
Well done Lucy.
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How boring it would be indeed. The parts we play build our character, we’re always a different person around different people. A mask beyond the masks we wear these days, really. I thank you so much for your thoughts and feedback, Dwight!
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Interesting how the new masks hide the old ones. Sort of like me… I say hats make all men equal! :>)
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From the stunning opening lines, such lush lyricism, Lucy, so utterly captivating! ❤️
pax,
dora
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Thank you, Dora. You flatter me!
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Wow. It’s so fleshy and naked. So sensual you want to touch them, 😅. ✌️
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Thank you so very much. 💕
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How heartbreaking the lines ‘a fragmented/ waste of sperm, I am.’ Self-hatred often has a big role to play in mental illness; I think the two go hand in hand, but it’s always unwarranted, and that is the great tragedy. A tragedy you delve into and pick apart so adeptly here Lucy! ❤️
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Aww, thank you Ingrid!
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So fricken potent, poignant and powerful. Your poems are like a window into a wounded heart – mind – soul. I gravitate like to the honesty of suffering in this, shards of a dropped glass, on the kitchen floor, to bare feet. I read it twice – I think it gave me “neurochemical duress”.
Always a journey, being here, amongst your words. ❤️
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Thank you so, so much, Darius. I have no words. ❤
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There’s a real texture to this piece.
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Thanks!
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Ostinato …. the rain may never end. Well done.
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Thank you!
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I feel the dark depression in your lines, but maybe a glimmer of something in the end with the end of rain.
Wonderful writing as wonderful
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Some light at the end, a hope that feelings fade. Thank you so much. 🙂
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You always create the most fantastical imaginations of the mind, running, moving, shaping, creating, living, loving, dying…a stunning piece, Lucy. ❤
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Aww, thank you Jeff.
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You’re welcome, Lucy. Always.
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love your dark creations, so many great lines in here, great sounds and lots of passion, i would have loved to hear this one recorded. very well done
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Thank you, Phillip! I really do appreciate your kind words.
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😔 Lucy 😔
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🖤🖤
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Lucy❤️
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❤️❤️
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Wow! Just amazing Lucy. These lines were so powerful
‘a fragmented
waste of sperm, I am,
and flowers in a name of mine
had always been brought in summer
as memories mock me, never letting me forget’
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Thank you so much, Christine. ❤
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I agree whole heartedy, my favorite lines in this piece. This is why i compare you to plath…aahhh PLLLEEEAAASSSEEEEEE let me create a manuscript for you so your work can be published
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I don’t want anything in return
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You are a gem, I hope you know that. 🙂 Thank you again.
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Ah, Rys, you are too sweet. Thank you so much for both your kind words and the beautiful offer. ❤ I really did/do not know what to say which is why I have deliberated for a bit over my own response. You are a great friend and I do not ask anything of you especially if it would be an inconvenience.
While also not wanting to be a bother, I am greatly troubled by my own work and what is good and what is terrible. I would love to have a manuscript, I will not lie, I just am disturbed by how to categorize my pieces, along with many things I am unhappy with in my older poems. With that said, I imagine you must have went through similar struggles with your past two books, so I suppose I can get through this eventually which also gives me hope to have that fire again.
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I hated nearly every piece until I got it all together. And it helps having an outside perspective. I’d genuinely really enjoy helping you create a manuscript, I need a new project on the weekends when I’m not working
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Oh good! I’m glad to share my thoughts with you. I hope you replenish your energies soon. I am well, dear Lucy ❤️
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Thank you, Sunra, and I am happy you are well. ❤
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing words and thoughts shared.
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Hello dear Lucy. I liked the strength of these words. You took the reader in and you held them. A outstanding poem.
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Thank you so much, John. I am happy you enjoyed my poem. Apologies for such a delayed response, I had been burnt out from poetry and am really only now just slowly inching back into it.
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I hope you keep writing dear Lucy. I have been writing for fifty years and it had gave me peace. You are welcome.
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[…] as rain ends. […]
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This is very creative art. 🤭 I wish 2 see more of this💖
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Thank you!
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I really don’t read you enough. But when I do, I want more.💜
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Oh wow, that is such a compliment! I thank you dearly. ❤
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❤ ❤
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