last flower.

with the last flower, traveled and scrawled from our mind—across the sun. the moon cracks and reddens as death comes to stardust. ebony époque hikes to the yellow tourniquets; and in-utero shells, plasma glass, her eyes are mine;

maniac moon

devours the limb to the stars

clotted in bones/rocks.

I dream between the blood from the womb; nature’s breast and bone; clavicle, ankle bones, alone she is unmisted to the shore, into Autumned dark. I dissociate.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Whatever your pleasure, today, let us write haibun in which we use the word “hike,” alluding to whatever context we find most meaningful. For those new to haibun, write a prose paragraph or two, followed by a haiku, in which you include a seasonal reference, and a complement of divergent images that provokes insight.”


  43 comments for “last flower.

  1. August 31, 2020 at 3:40 pm

    A beautiful stream of consciousness haibun, Lucy. I love autumn blooms, the asters, Michaelmas daisies and salvias, berries and foliage – nature’s bones. Even the harvest moon takes on an autumn hue.

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  2. August 31, 2020 at 3:58 pm

    Somehow I get an image of a butcher’s shop… nature has a lot of death if you just look closely, every flower grows from corpses of living things.

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    • August 31, 2020 at 4:35 pm

      Nature indeed is full of death. I find it as a component to its beauty and how we can observe it in other living things. A cycle.

      Thank you for reading my piece.

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  3. August 31, 2020 at 4:13 pm

    This poem of yours….is simply so beautiful & deep….every word is speaking to me….❤️✨

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  4. August 31, 2020 at 4:40 pm

    Very dark, so much lije the Covid19 cloud hovering above

    Stay Safe

    Much✏love

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    • August 31, 2020 at 4:53 pm

      Thank you so much!

      Like

  5. Glenn A. Buttkus
    August 31, 2020 at 5:43 pm

    Yes, your vision is written in shadow language, as the edges of words undulate, shimmering with ebon fringes and fearful mists. You had me at “in-utero shells and plasma glass”.

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  6. August 31, 2020 at 5:57 pm

    An esoteric feel that enlivens your poetic prose. Well done!

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  7. August 31, 2020 at 7:10 pm

    That limb to the stars is probably was sucked in when the moon cooled into that hard crusty boney ball!
    Interesting haibun Lucy!

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  8. August 31, 2020 at 7:20 pm

    It feels grim and disjointed and the end seems to confirm it.

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    • August 31, 2020 at 7:38 pm

      It definitely is. I always like to describe the darker sides especially as alluding to nature. Thank you so much for reading my piece. ❤

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      • August 31, 2020 at 7:51 pm

        You are very welcome. Showing the shadow of things is important.

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  9. August 31, 2020 at 7:55 pm

    This is exquisite writing Lucy — superb!

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    • August 31, 2020 at 8:05 pm

      Thanks, Rob! 😀

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  10. September 1, 2020 at 12:05 am

    Striking piece – ‘in-utero shells’ is wonderful to say out loud, as is ‘alone she is unmisted to the shore’ – the whole thing sounds like a clatter of bones. Marvellous and dark.

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    • September 1, 2020 at 12:22 am

      Thank you so much, Peter!

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  11. September 1, 2020 at 2:10 am

    I love the last stanza….a body in parts yet whole. A visceral journey.

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    • September 1, 2020 at 8:58 am

      I’m so glad. Thank you. ❤️

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  12. September 1, 2020 at 2:47 am

    Oh my WOW, Lucy!! This is exquisite writing. The imagery is dark and divine 👏👏You just get better and better and never cease to amaze me.

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    • September 1, 2020 at 8:59 am

      Oh wow, thank you so much Katy. I feel honored, especially hearing this from you. Thank you, thank you. ☺️

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  13. September 1, 2020 at 3:33 am

    This is a strange and captivating dream – dark, delicious and almost hallucinogenic! Great take on the prompt: you take us to another world with your words.

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    • September 1, 2020 at 9:01 am

      Aww, thank you so much. Indeed, most of my writing is strange or dark, and I’m glad you like the imagery I pull in. That makes me so happy to hear that. 💕

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  14. September 1, 2020 at 5:06 am

    I really love your vivid images but you see nature/life opposite to me! I see the light and joy, you …

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    • September 1, 2020 at 9:05 am

      Thank you so much!

      It’s not necessarily how I view nature, it’s just how I write about it. 😉 Dramatics and all. Hahaha. I see truly the more liberating sides of it, and not what I describe; it’s the birds at early morning, the isolated lakeside, the distant mountains—they are powerful.

      Now with life, on the other hand, I see its darkness. Hahaha!

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      • September 1, 2020 at 12:13 pm

        I’ve worked with it’s dark side for too long, that’s why I prefer to emphasise the light … but people seem to be more fascinated by the dark?!?

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  15. September 1, 2020 at 8:02 am

    Such an enticing way with words, mixing them like paint.

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    • September 1, 2020 at 9:06 am

      Aww, thanks. 🥰

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  16. September 1, 2020 at 8:43 am

    Your nightmare of disembodied limbs and body parts haunts again. You have a way with words, pulling images apart and scattering them yet ending up with something visually coherent.

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  17. September 1, 2020 at 10:20 am

    You are definitely writing from the darker side here. A stream of consciousnes approach to the prose section of the haibun lends it a different feel from most haibuns. I’m always reminded that the prose section of the haibun must be true….by placing it in a stream-of-consciousness realm, we enter your mind for the “truth” rather than the scene itself.

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    • September 1, 2020 at 12:57 pm

      Thank you so much. I appreciate your feedback!

      Like

  18. September 2, 2020 at 5:50 pm

    A nightmarish vision–full of blood. It makes me think of dreams I had when I was younger. (I was conscious of seeing lots of red in them around the time of my period.)

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    • September 2, 2020 at 7:23 pm

      That’s a great description of this piece. Now, that’s also pretty interesting with the symbolism of red!

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      • September 3, 2020 at 7:44 am

        Perhaps TMI, but it just made me think of those vivid red dreams I used to have. 😏

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