We’ve lived nothing as a dream.

I wake to the darkest light; the marshes cry in the mist,
And my eyes fix to the shaking of the wind, grazing the footfall by the permafrost,
It is a maddening world out there—the roads beaten, unlit,
Crawling of a cedar’s blood
Slaved in an undressed pottery polished in white lines
Like the sense before dark
In the felled snow rubbing of sickness,
Aslant the sickles;
The tongues of the river sing and pull back,
Tending to the clouds menacing
Around an outstretch hand to the neck
Looking into the rut of eyes and autumn shed bones
With the bumbling of ochers in a dream, my sight opens to the mid-winter darkness
That whispers above the cherry fruits, the canopy of scattered orchids,
The open meadows that hold the light swiftly, as the path is half-buried
By the blood hovering hands—these trembling hands—that are shapeless like hollow bedrock,
And even though I’ve awakened by the sleepy dusk-fall by the augurs
Floating leaves paw from the blue stems,
And it begins again. The cobblestones are layered with green near the river rocks,
And the root surges from our feet, calling too readily in the world
This world of frost, but we’ve been inscripted far too known,
And will lie here before the feet of many men and women, children,
As the dawn folds over, mirroring the nature of loneliness
In the resign of some utterance in a remnant of a reverie,
For I’ve not known well who lies before me
In this tomb, for I’ve not known anyone at all
In this shadowed world
By the means of the Earth and creation,
We are free once. Emptiness passes in the wind,
And the wind, the wind, will remember us once
Then it will not; with each stone, each feather, each rain
Devoured from the hollow winds and its tongue
In slivers over the skin peeling, and there is nothing left
To mirror in the whir of light, near the red leaves
The cold linen twilit in black concrete,
The shadows of the world among us
Each surviving wind, each heartbeat in the dark
With a sound I can know in the trembling light
In the purity like sand bursting through entwined fingers
Covered with the fluency of a drawn steam,
And we say no, no, we’ve lived nothing as a dream,
And we move on towards next, and think of that as a dream too
Until our souls distort and flee, bones downcast
Dazzled, held in the shade under the dirt
Until we are blind.

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A/N: I drove by a cemetery the other day, and it was separated by two sections, I believe. My eyes drifted over to the veils of grass, the little hills with light headstones. It was very large, and I kept thinking back to each tomb and stone, how the sunlight drizzled on each rock. These people I do not know and I will never know them now, they lie there and it’s surreal to think about it as a cycle of life. It got me thinking back to people who I’ve met or spoke to before that are no longer here; and how with these moments, I guess I never realized how short life can be.

Just some of my thoughts when writing this poem. I hope you enjoyed the read.



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26 replies

  1. Amazing poem.
    Wonderful imagery, Lucy.

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  2. Beautifyul woven thoughts, and it’s great to hear from its background, inspiration. 😌

    Cemetery is a really absurd place that reflects a lot the insignificance of our life.

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    • Thank you so much. 🙂
      Yes, I agree. So much insignificance and we know what lies ahead before us. It is definitely strange to think about it, but it might also provide a little clarity on the meaning of life for some.

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  3. Well penned ✍️✍️✍️

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  4. Thanks for sharing. Wonderful imagery.

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  5. To echo what others have commented, your imagery is wonderful. I love this poem and find it very inspiring. Keep writing your beautiful words!

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  6. This is fantastic, I want to steal it and put it alongside my own poems that contemplate life and use nature to so beautiful illuminate life.

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  7. Beautiful words. I agree with many people here, your imagery is stunning. Love this!

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  8. Such a dazzle of imagery…. how can a normal person pack in so much around everyday things one sees, it’s a whole new lens here. I need to cry… its some sadness, and beauty spilling its seams. Thankyou so much. I’ll be here again to read more. You are blessed to see like that.

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  9. Oh my word, 90 likes on this one?! This is VERY popular!

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  10. Check my latest post. I’ve nominated you for Sunshine Blogger Award (2)

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