Lonely.

lonely, born in the ecstasy

this root of blood;

walk away into

the forbidden, unmade road

split and wounded,

eternally with revived memory,

the stranger of winter shadows

into the dark planetary motion,

the insanity picked from flowers

will too go on

as we walk away.

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39 replies

  1. This conveys a very deep dark mood Lucy. But so true for some. I like this very much

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  2. so it is and always shall be

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  3. This is such a powerful poem. I’ve nominated you for an award. Please check my blog for more information!❤️

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  4. Dark and deep, this is truly something good. I was wondering, have you been a fan of writing such poetry or stories before?

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  5. This is beautiful within the depths of the soul.

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  6. Love that line, “the forbidden unmade road.” Nice work Lucy!

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  7. Very fine poem. Your line “insanity picked from flowers” is striking. Thank you.

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  8. Loneliness is always the most terrible of acceptances. The parting between the one we loved and us, is a wound of distance that is so hard to mend.

    We bleed between each other, from one person to the next, when the wind carries more-so the sight of it, over the stench of the oncoming infection.

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    • Very true thoughts, my friend. Your words also read as good prose.

      But, yes, I agree. Loneliness is one of the worst feelings to have, and that at the heart of it, we truly need people to connect with throughout our lives.

      Thank you for your feedback. I greatly appreciate it. 🙂

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  9. Wow…speaks to the depths of life in many ways.

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  10. Is this one by you? Dark…brooding… omniscient. I really liked the two lines: “the stranger of winter shadows”

    “the insanity picked from flowers”

    I liked reading them out loud… Maybe it’s my present mind but it’s like the virus… Gotten so easily, therein lies its menace…. Like insanity from merely picking flowers.

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    • Yep, it is by me. I am so glad you enjoyed this piece.

      That is such an intriguing connection that you’ve made with that line with the pandemic. It really does make sense in that context.

      Thank you for your thoughts and feedback. I appreciate it very much. 😃

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  11. What a beautiful piece of work.

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  12. WOW, Lucy–this one echoes on… 5-Star!

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