Venus.

I dreamed

in Venus

a darkness without a place

in mistier

all-the-dead

feet at our bones

in our graves

the acacia weeps

we, like Ophelia,

fall then drown

but, madness is not

without a place

the sea waits

and severs the

white lines of the sun,

and leaf, I toe,

to rock, to tree and

eolith bones

to mercies

this eye of death

reddens the night

but, madness is not

without a place.

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Written for the dVerse open link night.




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30 replies

  1. Really liked the transition from the day to the night but all engulfed in the dark. Sad but true sometimes. Darkness knows no place. Spectacular!

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  2. ‘the sea waits
    and severs the
    white lines of the sun,’
    Amazing lines and wonderful piece following your dark trail of thoughts.
    Jay

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  3. this is deeply profound … those knowing madness often have profound talents!

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  4. WOW, just WOWWWW….

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  5. I like the sense, all the while, of passionate other worldy ache in this, Lucy… Loved it and will be bacck for more…

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  6. This is incredibly potent! I love; “the acacia weeps we, like Ophelia, fall then drown but, madness is not without a place.”❤️

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  7. Oh Lucy, these three lines are brilliant, they vividly caressed my imagination….
    “the sea waits
    and severs the
    white lines of the sun,”

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  8. I love these lines. Such a great image!
    the sea waits

    and severs the

    white lines of the sun,

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  9. I love the way this poem takes me into a blend of the familiar and unfamiliar, like dreams themselves: unfamiliar Venus juxtaposed with familiar Ophelia. I also love the lines:
    ‘…I toe,
    to rock, to tree and
    eolith bones’
    all pointing to the final allusion to madness.

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  10. Yes, madness has a place, especially when the world seems so mad. Poor Ophelia! Great poem.

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  11. love those last two lines and how you could slant your interpretation in different ways (K)

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  12. You had me at the first line, so profound and I love your word choices in this piece.

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