To Accede Into My Own Desires.

Of this night’s eye or insanity that was dissevered,
A divine satire loomed of an Iliad one day, that was deemed as dithyrambic.
I cannot understand for it was bestowed through an access,
It sojourned amid passing, in dismay of the dynamic, it will dissolve of my dismissal;
I clasped my hands together, fingers overlapping, though I was not praying;
Acceding into my own desires, a-based I feel now.
This wish was not avowed.
A little sight whisked away;
An ultimate desire for it to be granted—
And the piece of darkness that found solace—
Was then asunder.

© 2017 Pseudopsychosis All Rights Reserved.

First published in Variant Lit’s Second Chance Anthology, and then republished in the Scarlet Leaf Review.

Reposted 7/09/2021 for Phoebe’s Meet and Greet.

Reposted 5/15/2022 for ego. Ego is a bitch.

28 thoughts on “To Accede Into My Own Desires.”

  1. “Acceding into my own desires, a-based I feel now.”
    Haven’t we all felt like this at some time or the other!
    Amazing verse and I love the alliteration in “in dismay of the dynamic, it will dissolve of my dismissal;”
    Fantastic. ❤️

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    1. Oh wow, that really is so kind of you to say. Thank you so very much, I find myself at a loss of how to respond to this comment, it’s just so sweet. Thank you. 🙂

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  2. I read this twice and wisp over your colorful choice of language; the artful imagery grows on me, as does the sensation of clasping one’s hands together. I find extra depth in its past presentations and love the final lines that could be less than rebirth and more than growth: “And the piece of darkness that found solace—
    Was then asunder . . .
    Thank you for sharing!

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    1. Oh my god, thank you so much Jaya. ❤ Your feedback warms my heart, and I love how you interpreted the final couple lines. Those two lines were painful to me and I wanted to communicate a place between growth, agony, and tenderness especially in darker depths of emotions. I’m not going to lie, I wrote this at a very dark point in my life with some startling realizations. I look back at this poem with fondness and how dark humanity can be–but also, in hindsight, how people can change.

      Thank you again for your beautiful words, my friend. Always appreciated. ❤

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      1. Oh, Lucy, to write in the darkest of times is a powerful medicine indeed when you look back upon it and can experience the growth in how people and yourself have changed.
        It is my delight to share what your words evoked in me. May the words flow!

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