Black rivers.

Do not look at the black night
In the whitecap of the storm,
And then when it comes to dreams,
Do not speak of them to me
For I lived in the years before.
Strands in the lust of blood
Into the twilit road at night
The first fleet dead, slayed
At Octavian’s feet,
And it was in the leaves
Untinged by the wind;
They do not know what it means
Like the first wave of ashes
Into the chrome of darkness,
Still blinking into the ice
In the shape of dead land
By the black rivers in the world,
For it means anything else,
Where every impaled dream
Shouted to the seeking,
To the vision, to the tribal births
In beauty abandoned,
Where no one else can go
Speared by terror and death.
Wrapped into begotten mists,
We invite merely the first blow
The first chill, but not the first consumed
Into forgotten paved roads,
Where we thought we had seen it all,
But not into the dark wombs
Red and dusty in creation
Collected in the feeble rain
By the black rivers in the world.

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  38 comments for “Black rivers.

  1. March 18, 2020 at 9:18 am

    Nice post.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. March 18, 2020 at 2:32 pm

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    A DAY FOR MANY FEELING POEMS—LIKE THIS ONE!

    Liked by 3 people

  3. March 18, 2020 at 5:13 pm

    Hey Lucy, nothing like a wonderful poem to brighten my day! Keep it up!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. March 18, 2020 at 5:28 pm

    Lucy…. Head to this link to see your amazing poetry on my site!
    https://penableme.wordpress.com/2020/03/18/black-rivers-a-poem-by-lucy/

    Liked by 2 people

    • March 18, 2020 at 6:07 pm

      Hi. I’m glad you liked my poetry that much. I’m flattered. All I ask is that in the future if you could please let me know before publishing my content on your blog. Thank you. πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

  5. March 18, 2020 at 6:13 pm

    Very good, very dark.

    Liked by 3 people

  6. Rhen Laird
    March 18, 2020 at 9:18 pm

    Incredibly fine writing, Wow.

    Liked by 3 people

    • March 18, 2020 at 9:19 pm

      Thank you so much! πŸ˜€

      Like

      • Rhen Laird
        March 18, 2020 at 9:42 pm

        Most welcome πŸ™‚

        Liked by 2 people

  7. March 19, 2020 at 5:00 pm

    As an Australian, these line strongly resonated with me Lucy…
    “Like the first wave of ashes
    Into the chrome of darkness,
    Still blinking into the ice
    In the shape of dead land
    By the black rivers in the world,”

    And thank you Lucy for following my blog/website, your support is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor.

    Liked by 2 people

    • March 19, 2020 at 5:47 pm

      Thank you, Ivor. I’m so glad this could resonate with you, especially during these crazy times of the world today.

      Anytime, friend. Thank you for following my blog as well. I look forward to reading more of your work too. πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

  8. March 21, 2020 at 6:53 am

    Hey, Lucy. I like your works. So, I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award.
    http://www.thetruthregister.wordpress.com/sunshine-blogger-award

    Liked by 2 people

  9. March 21, 2020 at 1:12 pm

    Yet another amazing poem!

    “Where every impaled dream
    Shouted to the seeking,
    To the vision, to the tribal births
    In beauty abandoned,
    Where no one else can go
    Speared by terror and death.”

    This part really got me, in a good way, and I don’t fully know why; be it the imagery, the language, etc., it was very well-written!!

    Liked by 3 people

    • March 21, 2020 at 1:18 pm

      Thank you so much, Eshanie. I’m so glad you could connect with this poem. I appreciate your feedback and feel very honored by your words. ❀

      Like

  10. March 22, 2020 at 9:48 pm

    What a charming poem – inspiring and mesmerizing – loved it

    Liked by 2 people

  11. March 22, 2020 at 11:40 pm

    I don’t like my dreams being impaled!
    Hey, on my last post, did the video work?

    Liked by 1 person

    • March 22, 2020 at 11:52 pm

      I’m not entirely sure if it did. It kept loading on my end, but it might be my wifi since it’s often up and down.

      Like

  12. March 23, 2020 at 5:34 pm

    This is a powerful piece.

    And then when it comes to dreams,
    Do not speak of them to me
    For I lived in the years before.

    I dream of those years, in this time.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. March 25, 2020 at 11:03 pm

    This is fantastic, Lucy!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. March 30, 2020 at 3:07 am

    This is so beautifully written. 😍😭

    Liked by 1 person

  15. April 14, 2020 at 11:40 am

    And yet, where do we go with dreams? Surely, we cannot merely drown them in fear. Can we ever lift them to someplace that shows more certainty?

    I believe, through hard work, we can purify our vision to see something brighter on the trail before us. Life will take us down the stream, inevitably. Though, to face the rapids will be a trial, or to turn back when the trek is too foolish to follow, we can do that, too.

    Your poetry is very good. It makes me think you’ve been writing these pieces for a while. Very experienced stuff. πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

    • April 14, 2020 at 1:05 pm

      That is very true. Facing the obstacles or turning back are our choices. The results of them varies on the stream and how it courses throughout the river. Ultimately, how we deal with it overall.

      I’ve enjoyed reading your feedback. Thank you so much. πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

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