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death / split bone / a fish vomits /

dream; heir or heiress, the yellow trees

are fatherless; I remember the troubadour

trees and their infant skeletons

his blood to each leaf

no seduction of the moon

when there was no moon

to run the drumming

of tree molars

and the caw of moon-eyed birds,

mind / both neither living or dead / kisses

the threads of freely fallen leaves

to the peach-trees; Deutsch-like winters

though I’ve never been;

 a dead woman / a dead street /

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Take a photo of the view out your window and write a poem about it – what do you see, what’s missing, what don’t you see when you look out the window? What’s changed since this time last year?

I admit I cheated, since I am describing a photo I took while on a trip two years ago. It was sort of abstract with a fish that looked like it was vomiting in the sea.

And of course I’ll include it:

This is a much more interesting view than from my actual window. You just have to take my word for it.



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54 replies

  1. I like this idea of a fish vomiting.

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  2. There’s so much here to like – the troubadour trees, the caw of moon-eyed birds – ‘threads of freely fallen leaves’ – and the lines of vomit, blood and death running through the poem – surreal, disturbing wonderful (I want to write ‘wow’ but I don’t do that in comments). Has a Rilke feel about it. (And thanks for including the image.) Bravo.

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    • Thank you so much, Peter. I’m very happy you like those descriptions. I admit I’m too partial to the fish vomiting line. Hahaha.

      As well, I appreciate the feedback and I will have to check out Rilke now. Thank you, again! 😃

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  3. I am adjusting to your writing style, and really beginning to enjoy it; it borders on Flarf, and words jump up and wander, but the staccato lines, the line breaks forced to be in a row, forming a new kind of line is fascinating. I don’t know what your influences were, but I dig your take on them. I liked, “When there was no moon to run the drumming of tree molars”.

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    • I’m so glad to hear that, Glenn. I always like to say my writing style is a screwed up one. Hahaha. 😁 I know it can be jarring to read.

      Never heard of Flarf poetry, but I will definitely look into that genre.

      Like you, my influences more or less bordered on the imagination. I took, I suppose, “creative liberty” from the photo I provided, such as with the tree molar lines, and how the trees also looked like a skeleton’s hand; as well with the fish looking like it was vomiting.

      I appreciate your feedback and am thankful for it. So glad you are beginning to enjoy my writing style. That makes me very happy.

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  4. I like your interesting perspective, it’s dark and exciting! ✨

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  5. An intriguing view out of your window Lucy…. and you literally managed to spew your imagination into your poem !!… this is quite a wild churned up piece, which is vividly open to any sort of gut feeling the reader might be experiencing at the time…. I’m having a light breakfast and a cuppa… my ocean of jumbled words is calm at the moment…. and I’m recalling last nights dream, it went, backwards, outwards, and upwards….. 😅😄😎

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  6. The abstract style of capturing the photo is fascinating. I guess sometimes what is inside the house is more interesting than what is outside the window, smiles. Thanks for joining us.

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  7. Dark and moving and filled with intriguing lines. So much to love in your use of words. I like your style! 🙏

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  8. I liked your little divergent trek. The moon eyed birds reminded me of crows with their big round eyes!
    Dwight

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  9. You play an excellent game with the overall metaphor running through it.

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  10. The drumming of tree molars—excellent image!

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  11. I love the creative shape and use of punctuation, Lucy.I also love the trees: fatherless, yellow, troubadours with infant skeletons, and the eerie sounds in ‘the drumming / of tree molars / and the caw of moon-eyed birds.’ Not forgetting the vomiting fish!
    I have a print of a painting by Giovanni Segantini, called ‘The Evil Mothers’, which I first saw at the Belvedere Art Museum in Vienna. We have been back several times and I found the print in the museum shop, That’s what your trees with infant skeletons made me think of, although the trees in Segantini’s painting have embryos. It’s hard to believe he painted it in 1894.

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    • Nice find! And perfect!

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    • Thank you dearly, Kim. I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem.

      I found myself staring at the painting you’ve mentioned for a few minutes, and it’s remarkable and haunting. There’s so much bereft of context in the painting, but it reveals much of what is denoted by that time period. When I saw the trees on the side, it didn’t initially hit me that they resembled embryos; but when it did, it was startling. A very haunting painting that speaks of its time.

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  12. It does look desolate…but I would love to see and hear about the view out your own window! (K)

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    • Indeed.

      I may post a picture of my actual window-view sometime. Not sure I’d write about it, but I can always do that at a future time. Thank you for the feedback and interest. 🙂

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      • Thanks Lucy. I do like that you always put your own stamp on the prompt. We tend to take life too literally. But it’s very interesting to me to see what’s outside other people’s windows and to hear what they have to say about it.

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  13. The word choices, the line breaks, the visual disturbances that they create make for a fascinating read. Truly, well done.

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  14. Yes, the photo is as trippy as the poem. Very nice job.

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  15. Vivid and descriptive piece. Fish vomit will stay with me for a while. An interesting turn of phrase out the window!

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  16. Very nice poem. There’s a lot in there, but so too for the photo. Well done.

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  17. This flow of unusual imagery and the way you deliver it has an urgency that corresponds with the surruel undercurrent of these times. The molar trees and the vomiting fish says it all really.

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    • Thank you so, so much for your analysis and feedback. I agree with you truly. I feel like this style I delved into was VERY unusual, and yes, I think it can be symbolic of these times. Things that once seemed unimaginable are not exactly that–unimaginable. There’s definitely an abstract quality to these modern times. All we can do is try to keep moving forward.

      Thank you again for your feedback. ❤ It’s much appreciated.

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  18. Really creative piece! I smiled when I saw that photograph in the end ha!

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  19. Very vivid descriptions and amazing metaphors – especially the fish vomiting. Great job!

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  20. I do love your style of writing. It really grabs me and makes me think and visualize what you have just described. Do fish really vomit?! 🙂 Wonderful poem Lucy.

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  21. This so expresses an independent world view, loved it, especially the end. Now I long to see your window.

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