“Flower Clouds” painting by Odilon Redon.
Written and recorded by me.

An epilogue of a vista

in father’s ocean eyes;

the echo of the dream

fallen in conniption

a chrysalis of fuckery

at the mind-felt waves

in ice welts;

torturing

in a quasi-silencing of shame

as the wind blows the sail,

riffs on the skin,

witnessing the passivity of the shore

in winter carver;

something in your eyes

makes me want to forget,

in the early morning mist

concise, in late abject

flower clouds

in fragile dissensus

in the unfertilized wild,

far beyond the waiting sand

now onto dark eyeless waves

that seek the strait of death.

The cherry branch in requiem

in the mirror of the shore,

your mind

benumbed

in the prelude of footfall

and silence that

presses the skull of sea cliffs

forgotten

by the breast of the albatross,

leaving me the fuck alone;

and I remember the waves

depending on the atavism

rived with blood,

and robbed in shadows

of dreams; mourned,

the ocean wells

rising with white leer

through death

coming through

the womb of portend

in the blue birches

with a shell; a daughter of clam

endured the sea,

caught in loneliness

of dark, and beg

for mercy,

for mercy.

88 thoughts on “For mercy. (Updated with audio recording).

  1. I feel I should already have started my own little notebook labelled ‘glossary for Lucy’s poems’. I must admit at times I was drowning in this one a little, but well worth the journey! Some amazing use of language which makes this poem both difficult (for mere mortals such as myself) and a bit special; the use of the ‘f’ words were surprisingly dramatic, and probably have more/less impact depending which side of the pond you read this from, (which I suppose is another interesting facet of interpretation of poetry). The one phrase I really couldn’t get my head around was winter ‘carver’. I interpret ‘carver’ as knife; is there another meaning my shallow existence has not yet discovered? The use of ‘leer’ as in ‘rising with white leer’ is interesting too, is this the ocean leering with the menace of death, or am I barking up the wrong tree, which brings me onto the last point, was there a significance in the choice of colour for the ‘blue’ birches?
    Sorry to be a pain, but I really enjoyed the poem, and I just wanted to make sure I understood it correctly ! Thank you, Paul

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    1. Hahaha! There is always time to start that glossary at this rate. 😉
      I really appreciate your feedback on this poem. I love the analyzation along with your thoughts on the piece. I always enjoy reading other’s thoughts and critiques on my poems.

      First, carver was interpreted correctly; I wanted the imagery to slice like a knife in regards to the sea/ocean theme I’ve already established.

      Your second interpretation is as well correct. I was more or less inspired by the artwork accompanying my piece; and I had a few ideas on the comparison of the ocean, and getting lost in it (more or less metaphorically). There is the menace of death, along with grief as major themes throughout the poem. In fact, it’s a major theme in a manifold of my poems, quite honestly.

      Now, for the last point, I don’t believe I had a specific significance in choosing the color for the birches. I suppose it can be germane to the blue of the sea or ocean, but more likely I may have wanted a pattern in the words, being as they both start with the letter ‘B’ as a consonant.

      You were not a pain at all. You had it all down with the meaning and interpretation. Thank you for your feedback, Paul. It is greatly appreciated.

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    1. Oh, thank you so very much. That warms my heart dearly to hear that. ❤ So glad you enjoyed this piece, and thank you again for sharing it.

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    1. Thank you very much. I am so happy you enjoyed this piece.

      Also, for some reason, I love the ocean in its imagery and how it can be figuratively compared to different sides of emotion like in gigantic waves. It allures my mind for reasons that elude even me. I just… love the ocean. 😁

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      1. He’s a whole anthology worth himself. A post wouldn’t cover it. Hahaha!
        I think I will write a post about him one of these days or a poem about him, who knows? 😁

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    1. Aww, thank you so much, my friend. ❤️
      I think writing slowly is better; it gives much more time for revisions and edits; and really just putting your soul in there too in the final product. It also keeps your readers on their feet! 😁

      It’s why I appreciate your work very much. So much emphasis and touching words that move me. It is the sheer emotion that is penned at its own pace that especially makes it beautiful.

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      1. That’s just the thing, Lucy, it isn’t always like that. I was recently just talking with a friend regarding how much I overly-edit my compositions.
        I usually write a poem in less than an hour, but can spend days editing, paring off, changing various aspects of the poem until it no longer has much in common with the very sentiments that inspired it.
        Simultaneously, certain textures of my writing can only be produced by long and strenuous exercises of editing. As with everything, equilibrium is central to achieving veritable advancements to the craft.

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  2. Your poetry is amazingly visceral. The heady mix of vivid, colorful imagery and seemingly crazed put actually purposeful vignettes of thought is simply out of this world. I wish I could write like you. I will certainly strive to! Thank you for visiting my blog and appreciating my poem! Coming from an accomplished poet like you, even a single “like” is worth many gold stars!

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    1. Oh my god, thank you so much. Words cannot merely explicate how blessed I feel from this comment. You’ve warmed my heart with your words, Satyen. I feel humbled and flattered.

      I am so glad I came across your blog. I really loved your content! Keep weaving your beautiful words. You are an inspiration. ❤ ❤

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  3. A lovely piece, standing alone. But the spoken word adds a new direction. I volunteer to read poetry for a website based in Berkeley. The owner is a retired Shakespearean actor who promotes the spoken word. He suggests poets, but is open to suggestions. I’m currently reading Annie Dillard, but I’ve done Richard Brautigan and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. I even did a series of song lyrics read as poetry, Dylan, Cohen, Simon. Strange to read lyrics, know the song, but hear a different rhythm in the poetry.

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    1. Thank you so much. I am very glad you like the audio recording I did for this piece. I was a bit unsure how it turned out, but I am glad you liked it.

      That is an interesting website. I’m very compelled to check it out and will do so. It sounds pretty neat!

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  4. ‘a chrysalis of fuckery’ Ha! Some of these lines of yours, I love so so much.

    I always hope to be a better writer and reading work such as this, knowing a possibility exists to compose such a piece, gives me the hope that maybe one day I will.

    Love this! 👌

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    1. Hahaha! I’m glad you like that one. It’s probably one of the most honest things I’ve ever written, and it seems like the more expletives I use in my poetry, the more vulnerable it is; and I have to admit, people seem to like it when I just throw them in there!

      Oh, wow. I feel honored that you feel that way in regards to my writing. I just don’t know what to say, oh wow.

      Your writing is powerful, Kendi. I think we all can strive to be better writers, but just know your work is impactful, beautiful, powerful, and above all, honest. That is the most important factor–honesty, and as I read your work, that is what I see.

      Keep writing on, my friend.

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