nothing left.

will I drown? the wind twists, and we kiss the flowers; seize the backbone of the root, where our blood is ours. the tree trunk can’t see death;

unparalleled, my father disintegrates. the sunsets are claret as they burst. the glass region, eyed by the ants, flourishes in the light by remembering; eyes, pressing to abandoned wounds in the blood-flow of my poems; i have nothing left to say to you,

like the foreign moon with her breasts,

sunken to asylum

the ashes of Cimmerian tombs, dispatched to the same darkness we see. there is an absence of the black violets, where only dreams are the entryway to my subconscious; self-portraits of my mind. 

the moon bled 

and death retraces memories

this person they no longer know; the woman who is myself. poking like the worm, 

“in their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line, “In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”.




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42 replies

  1. Beautiful! I love how you use human emotions and substances (tears and blood) and apply them to nature and objects. It’s all so cleverly crafted and it flows smoothly 👌

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  2. Love this especially; “there is an absence of the black violets, where only dreams are the entryway to my subconscious; self-portraits of my mind.” Your use of imagery never ceases to amaze me! 🙂

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  3. Your imagery of darkness works so well with the Quote… maybe it’s only in the dreams it’s possible to find solace.

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  4. I was tempted to try and work out what this means, but gave up. I do like the absence of black violets 🙂

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  5. Such beautiful, if dark, imagery. It’s like being in the middle of a fantasy.

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  6. A fantastic write
    Happy Monday

    Much💛love

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  7. I enjoyed the darkness of this piece, Lucy, the personification of a flower with a backbone of root and a tree trunk that can’t see death, the zoomorphism of a woman poking like a worm, the claret sunrises, and the phrase ‘abandoned wounds in the blood-flow of my poems’. And I want to know why there is an ‘absence of the black violets’ – what happened to them?

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    • Thank you so much, Kim. I’m ecstatic you enjoyed the imagery in this piece. Now, as for that line, I do not particularly remember what I had in mind for it. The essence of the poem is about change and not recognizing yourself for the better, while all the same, you can find things or people that try to reflect the person you once were. It is there that one realizes that they are different and no longer the same.

      The absence of black violets can be just that. Something evolved within the subject of the poem. They’ve left those violets behind, and those flowers turned black; wilted, dying. That part of the individual is dead and left to the past. But, it is for the better.

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

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  8. “the tree trunk can’t see death” 💛💕💓

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  9. Reminds me of 1st Corinthians, “when I was a child I spake as a child, but I put away childish things” (paraphrasing)
    “this person they no longer know; the woman who is myself.”

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  10. Awesome work, Lucy. I esp like ‘sunken to asylum’

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  11. change is challenging and loved ones will always try to press our buttons expecting/wanting the reassurance of previous reactions … yet when we truly change that pattern will reformat …

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  12. I love the description of your demise…. first of us viewing you …. eyes, pressing to abandoned wounds in the blood-flow of my poems…
    and then… to the fact that you never leave us…. the woman who is myself. poking like the worm,

    in their (our) dreams
    they sleep with the moon.

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  13. Your inimitable style still rules; many fine lines and wordsmithing. Somehow it creates alacrity regarding our mortality; liked it.

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  14. The imagery was divine. I am glad I read your response to Kim to help me better see where you were going with this (which confirmed what I thought I had understood!)

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  15. Grief and loss come from this for me, and the disorientation that goes with it, poignant, dark and real.

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  16. Dark, delightful, and wise Lucy — excellent writing!

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  17. Exceptional writing, Lucy. I love “there is an absence of the black violets, where only dreams are the entryway to my subconscious; self-portraits of my mind.” So gorgeous! 🖤

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