my flowers do die.

my fingers trace / against the stone

my flowers do die; ephialtes / in the

shadows of

/ a deathbed /

baby’s breath / a dream

/ threnody / & breast

my flowers die

in my garden,

/ mouthing /

pseudo-ashes

of the moonrise.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.


This piece was inspired by Jacked Up by Weezer.

Written for the dVerse prompt: “Let’s hop into the garden of words and write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title, that uses any form of the word GARDEN.”

I dearly hope you enjoyed the read. I thank you so much.


  99 comments for “my flowers do die.

  1. August 10, 2020 at 3:32 pm

    Sometimes I think the only thing more somber than wilted flowers are white lilies in bloom.

    Liked by 5 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 3:41 pm

      Oh, yes, you are exactly right. They are pretty somber, aren’t they? They carry the association of grief and death greatly, but they are beautiful flowers.

      Like

  2. August 10, 2020 at 4:02 pm

    This is beautiful Lucy. I had to look up threnody- thank you for the new word.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. August 10, 2020 at 4:02 pm

    I like the repetition…reminding us of how fragile our gardens and our lives are. This is especially hauntingly beautiful…”mouthing pseudo-ashes of the moonrise”.

    Liked by 5 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 4:45 pm

      Thank you so much, Mish. Indeed, gardens are very fragile as is life–that is very true. Thank you for your kindness and feedback. It’s much appreciated! ❤

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  4. August 10, 2020 at 4:13 pm

    Doesn’t the garden lend itself to such powerful metaphors such as yours, Lucy. The final two lines give pause for metaphysical questioning. An undertone of sadness here.

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    • August 10, 2020 at 4:47 pm

      Thank you so much, Victoria, for your kind words and for the dVerse prompt today. I really had fun with it. There is definitely an undertone of sorrow in this piece, perhaps grief for the self or it is manifested through the flowers. Thank you for your thoughts! ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  5. August 10, 2020 at 4:16 pm

    I also like the repetition….the juxtapositioning of baby’s breath and a dream….I find it very melancholy.

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 4:47 pm

      Thank you so much. ❤

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  6. Glenn A. Buttkus
    August 10, 2020 at 4:20 pm

    I agree with Mish, your last line is killer. You’ve created a dark world, chaotic, lament & nightmares; not a place where blossoms flourish–a metaphor for elusive happiness in these dark times.

    Liked by 4 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 4:49 pm

      Thank you very much, Glenn! That’s an excellent analysis and I agree with your interpretation on my poem. Darkness is prevalent especially as happiness escapes further away; the lament is just right there to see. A true living nightmare, as you describe. Thank you for your thoughts and feedback. 😀

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  7. sanaarizvi
    August 10, 2020 at 4:45 pm

    This is absolutely phenomenal, Lucy! 💝 So much to love especially; “pseudo-ashes of the moonrise.” Inspired 🙂

    Liked by 4 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 4:50 pm

      Aww, thank you dearly. I’m so glad you think that. ❤ You’re too kind!

      Like

  8. August 10, 2020 at 4:56 pm

    What more can I add to what’s already been said. 👏🏻

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 4:59 pm

      Aww, thank you so much! 🙂

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  9. August 10, 2020 at 5:15 pm

    Dead flowers are sad, and wilted flowers are often used as a symbol of mourning. With the recent 75th anniversary of dropping the atom bomb on Hiroshima, that’s what your last lines make me think of–the mushroom cloud, the dust flowers. . .

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    • August 10, 2020 at 5:20 pm

      Thank you for your feedback. I did not have Hiroshima in mind with this, but that’s a brilliant connection on how those lines could be relative to the tragedy.

      Liked by 1 person

  10. August 10, 2020 at 5:18 pm

    I think this is one of my favourites of yours. It feels like a lost soul wandering through a graveyard, finding the flowers laid on the tombs, all faded, all gone.

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 5:21 pm

      Thank you so much. That makes me happy to hear that. 💜 It does indeed have references to grief and mourning.

      Like

  11. August 10, 2020 at 5:20 pm

    you expressed your angst well, sorry you are struggling with this … meanwhile your talent blooms and thrives!

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 5:23 pm

      Thank you so, so much Kate. 💙 Angst. That’s a good word to describe my poetry, actually.

      Liked by 1 person

      • August 10, 2020 at 5:34 pm

        yes and it resonates thru with the beauty, very dualistic in most of your work.

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  12. August 10, 2020 at 5:31 pm

    Ah, yes flowers do die and pass on… be sure to save the seeds of new life for next year! Same is true in our relationships. Keep the dream alive….

    Liked by 3 people

  13. August 10, 2020 at 5:32 pm

    Very nicely done!

    Liked by 2 people

  14. gillena cox
    August 10, 2020 at 5:44 pm

    Moody and brooding, yet so classical abd beautiful.
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine Lucy

    Much✏love

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 5:46 pm

      Aww, thank you Gillena. You’ve made my day today, my face is lit up with a smile. Thank you dearly.

      And anytime. You write so beautifully. 💖

      Like

  15. August 10, 2020 at 6:08 pm

    Like all good things that end too soon.

    Liked by 3 people

  16. August 10, 2020 at 6:33 pm

    You nailed it again… Amazing penning! I just had to leave a comment. ❤

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 6:51 pm

      Thank you so much. ❤ ❤

      Liked by 1 person

    • August 13, 2020 at 1:30 am

      I see the daffodils dancing in mirth….untouched by human ambition….the smoky clouds of ashes invade the azure soul of a romantic sky….both to evaporate into oblivion…time smiles…derides….life lies lifeless beneath love, roses, dreams and desires….
      Touched by your wonderful feelings and rich poetic expression…
      My regards

      Liked by 1 person

  17. August 10, 2020 at 8:01 pm

    Well written quadrille that is also thought-provoking. Nicely done.

    Liked by 3 people

  18. Ron. Lavalette
    August 10, 2020 at 8:46 pm

    “…psuedo-ashes / of the moonrise…”
    This, especially, I admire. Love how this moves, Lucy!

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 10, 2020 at 8:50 pm

      Thank you, Ron! 😊 I’m overjoyed to hear that.

      Like

  19. August 11, 2020 at 2:59 am

    I enjoyed this very much – a garden haunted by sadness, but beautiful nonetheless!

    Liked by 3 people

  20. August 11, 2020 at 9:23 am

    A wonderful poem about the cycles of life. I enjoyed reading.

    Liked by 3 people

  21. August 11, 2020 at 10:16 am

    your writing is epic. such eloquent and graceful phrases, Lucy!

    Liked by 3 people

  22. August 11, 2020 at 10:53 am

    The lightness of flowers, the heaviness of mortality: blended together so seamlessly! Beautifully done!

    Liked by 3 people

  23. August 11, 2020 at 12:45 pm

    Do you know the other name for Nigella is Baby’s breath? I’ve always thought it was a creepy sort of name, now I know why.

    Liked by 4 people

    • August 11, 2020 at 1:02 pm

      That does sound creepy! Christ.

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      • August 11, 2020 at 3:59 pm

        I’ve looked it up for a picture and I find I’m wrong. Baby’s breath is Gypsophila, Nigella is also called Devil in a bush and Love in a mist, take, your pick. I bet you’ll take Devil in a bush 🙂

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      • August 11, 2020 at 4:02 pm

        Oh, those are intriguing names (Devil in a bush and Love in a mist). Though, you are right, I’d take Devil in a bush in a heartbeat. Hahaha. It sounds intriguing–might have to use that in a future poem. 😁

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      • August 11, 2020 at 4:22 pm

        Devil in a bush sort of looks right, but I’m wondering what kind of devil they are thinking of…

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      • August 11, 2020 at 4:27 pm

        Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, but maybe deviled eggs? 😄

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      • August 11, 2020 at 4:36 pm

        That’s a strange idea too. How do you ‘devil’ an egg?

        Liked by 1 person

      • August 11, 2020 at 4:37 pm

        Honestly, I have no idea. I just looked it up now and they’re also called stuffed eggs. I guess the name adds an appeal or there is more background there? It is indeed strange.

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      • August 11, 2020 at 4:39 pm

        I suppose it depends what you stuff them with. Semtex might be worth a try 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

      • August 11, 2020 at 4:47 pm

        That would definitely be pretty explosive! 🙂

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      • August 11, 2020 at 5:12 pm

        🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  24. s.s.
    August 11, 2020 at 1:32 pm

    I love pseudo ashes of moonrise. So …poetic 🙂

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 11, 2020 at 1:47 pm

      Thank you so much. 😀

      Like

  25. August 11, 2020 at 2:13 pm

    Beautifully written (and I love when I’m sent to the dictionary).

    Liked by 3 people

  26. August 11, 2020 at 3:25 pm

    I interpret this piece as having a “dying beginning” theme.

    From the relation of an infant to flowers, is as fragility of smallest life before it becomes something able to fend for itself. Though, like an infant, a flower remains still, until fed with nutrients. Both the flower and the infant wait. Yet, it is like life, where every person also waits for death, perhaps subconsciously.

    Liked by 4 people

    • August 11, 2020 at 3:51 pm

      Oh, that is SUCH an awesome interpretation. You always pick out the deepest meaning in my work and I just love that. You think of themes that I have not even thought of! With this piece, your take is very applicable (I think each meaning is, by the way, it’s all subjective) to what I had in mind in some areas. I always enjoy the connection between life and death–but then there’s that in-between of that journey. With this poem, I had the inspiration more with emotional strife and internal conflict as it references the narrator’s grief on not being able to keep their flowers alive.

      Thank you so, so much for your thoughts and feedback. I enjoy reading them dearly. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  27. August 11, 2020 at 6:20 pm

    Intense, powerful, beautiful & fragile at the same time…..

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 11, 2020 at 6:23 pm

      Oh, thank you so much, Navin. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

      • August 11, 2020 at 6:24 pm

        You’re welcome, Lucy ❤️

        Hey a new FYI,
        I’m requesting you to check the below link & please write your comment. Previously I had contacted you to re-follow me after I migrated my site as my followers (including yourself) weren’t receiving the notification when I was publishing the post. Unfortunately, the issue hasn’t been resolved yet & this is my last try.

        Please do mention in your comment / feedback that you did not receive any notification (if you haven’t) and I’ve personally contacted you with the link to read my post, such that WP can read & hopefully troubleshoot the issue. Your feedback will help me in taking the decision.

        Thank you kindly in advance 🙏✨

        https://navinspoems.com/are-you-receiving-any-notifications/

        Liked by 2 people

      • August 11, 2020 at 6:32 pm

        Navin, that is true I have not been receiving notifications from your site. I will leave a comment shortly on your post.

        Also, you said you migrated your website to a new host domain? The WP support could have transferred your followers over after you migrated your content from your previous hosting site. It’s often a lot of trouble to move your website on a different hosting domain. It’s a pain and it could really screw up a lot of things. I’ve read the horror stories. 😦

        So sorry you’re going through that notification issue, though. I read your post and will leave a comment soon.

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      • August 11, 2020 at 6:39 pm

        Thanks a lot dear Lucy….this is exactly what has happened to my blog…I really regret taking thus decision to migrate…coz I wanted to use the features to the fullest….I’ve been playing the ping-pong (I’m the ball) with WP & Dreamhost since last 2 months or more….now I’ve reached to that level, where I can’t handle the frustration anymore….so that’s y I’m gathering the feedback & will give my last shot to show WP & Dreamhost…that the problem hasn’t been fixed….if they can’t fix it, then I’ll close my current site & create a new one….I don’t want to loose followers like you…you’re too important to me….thanks for understanding & sharing 🙏❤️

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      • August 11, 2020 at 6:50 pm

        Oh, Navin, that sounds like hell to deal with. I just left a comment on the post. I’m hoping they’ll be able to fix it for you too, but as I said, whichever route you choose, we’re all here.

        You’re a fantastic writer and I’m fortunate to have you as my poet friend. It’s such a shame that this is happening to you and your website. If you do create a new one, I’d like you to let me know; I will write a post about it and hopefully, you can gain some of your readers back and even new followers as well.

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      • August 11, 2020 at 7:02 pm

        That’s so kind of you dear Lucy….thank you very much my dear poet friend….I’m close to in tears….touched by your words….I’ll definitely let you know whenever I know more myself….if they can fix it or I shut navinspoems.com & create a new site….Dear Lucy, I’m whole heartedly thankful & very touched….2 months of constant communication with them & frustration is soon going to end….from the support of you & other blogger friends ❤️🙏

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      • August 11, 2020 at 10:59 pm

        Hey Lucy, pls do remember to leave your comment here…..it’s quite important & valuable to me….❤️✨🙏

        https://navinspoems.com/are-you-receiving-any-notifications/

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      • August 11, 2020 at 11:01 pm

        I did, Navin. No worries. 🙂 Perhaps it got in spam?

        Liked by 1 person

      • August 11, 2020 at 11:03 pm

        Hey, good you wrote that. I’ve just checked the spam folder & I found your comment. Thx dear 🙏

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      • August 11, 2020 at 11:08 pm

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  28. August 11, 2020 at 6:58 pm

    Ephialtes, threnody and ”mouthing pseudo-ashes of the moonrise”. A lamentation so lush in its fragility.

    Liked by 4 people

    • August 11, 2020 at 6:59 pm

      Aww, thank you. 🙂

      Like

  29. August 11, 2020 at 9:03 pm

    Love those last two lines, Lucy. You have taught me two new words – thanks!

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 11, 2020 at 9:19 pm

      Thank you for reading this piece. ❤ ❤ So glad you enjoyed it.

      Like

  30. August 11, 2020 at 10:19 pm

    YOWZA TO YOUR CREATIVITY!

    Liked by 3 people

  31. August 11, 2020 at 10:22 pm

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    LUCY’S BLOG FOLLOWERS LOVE HER—SEE THE COMMENTS POSTED FOR THE ORIGINAL! ❤

    Liked by 2 people

  32. August 12, 2020 at 10:05 am

    Truly lovely, Lucy. Nature has so much to teach in the cycles of the seasons. A contemplative poem. ❤

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 12, 2020 at 10:07 am

      Thank you so much, D. 🥰 Your feedback means a lot!

      Liked by 1 person

  33. August 13, 2020 at 1:31 am

    I see the daffodils dancing in mirth….untouched by human ambition….the smoky clouds of ashes invade the azure soul of a romantic sky….both to evaporate into oblivion…time smiles…derides….life lies lifeless beneath love, roses, dreams and desires….
    Touched by your wonderful feelings and rich poetic expression…
    My regards

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 13, 2020 at 2:30 am

      Thank you so much Saibal for your epically poetic comment. It touched my heart deeply and I am beyond happy you enjoyed this piece. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  34. Ena
    August 13, 2020 at 2:11 pm

    Thanks for checking out my blog recently!

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 13, 2020 at 2:13 pm

      Anytime! Thank you for checking out mine as well.

      Liked by 1 person

  35. August 14, 2020 at 4:57 pm

    Poignant shadows flickering with existentialist apparitions. Lovely. And as the great Weezer says: “Only In Dreams.”

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 14, 2020 at 5:02 pm

      Thank you so much!

      And yes, Weezer! I love that song. Are you also a fan of their music?

      Like

      • August 14, 2020 at 5:08 pm

        You’re very welcome. Yes I absolutely adore 6 of their songs, that one and Say It Ain’t So, In The Garage, Holiday, Suzanne, and You Gave Your Love To Me Softly. 😉 Weeze on my wayward son, they told me.

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      • August 14, 2020 at 5:11 pm

        Those songs are awesome! I really love Jacked Up, Do You Wanna Get High, Tragic Girl, and Say It Ain’t So.

        We Weezes got to stick together!

        Liked by 1 person

      • August 14, 2020 at 5:15 pm

        Weezer Poets Of The Cosmos Unite!

        Liked by 1 person

  36. September 22, 2020 at 2:02 pm

    Stunning piece

    Liked by 1 person

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