Let us (Draft).

Let us speak in exotic gestures
Moving through the descent
Of a dream, this silent mind escapes
Through the recurrent dismal shadows
In the memory;
A cigarette in a dance, while you never speak
There is silence in a tribe
Scraping to kill each other slowly
Leaving, you’re leaving in the dark archipelago,
The ghost in the isthmus
Upon mercy covered in blood
Kicking like a wave to leave me alone
Whored out to our eyes, lost in the eerie lights and traffic,
Mind mantic, the silence, the silence.

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A piece I originally wrote weeks ago, revised a couple times, categorized as a draft. It is not complete, so I might revisit it in the near or distant future again.

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25 replies

  1. Your use of “the silence, the silence” reminds me of Kurt’s words in Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”. Kevin

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  2. Love the descent of the poem as in a dream into a wicked surrealism. Look forward to what you work on!

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  3. โ€œlost in the eerie lights and traffic,โ€
    Loved this part. I certainly can relate, when I had a two hour commute each way to work, the long drive home certainly would lonely and surreal.

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  4. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:


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  5. This is absolutely amazing! Your word choice is so vivid and vibrant; it perfectly illustrates a picture in my mind. You truly have a way with weaving words.

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  6. Haunting and beautiful

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  7. You so well played with words here. Truly a pleasure to read your work โค๏ธ

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  8. Reblogged this on Four-Calendar Cafรฉ and commented:

    This is a great piece! Artful, elegant in vision with one-two punch imagery that begs to be read over and over again. Well done, Lucy!

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  9. Ok, so unsolicited advice… it seems backwards to me… read it last line to first…before you revise ๐Ÿ™‚

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  10. ‘There is silence in a tribe, scraping to kill each other slowly’
    Lovely writing, Lucy.

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