Wept in the death of Gods,
darker still in the gathering ocean,
with only tears that fall to them,
in the red hyssop of the frost
inclined to the penetralium of desire,
as the ocean slips no fate by
its sea song to kill
empty, the abscission of leaf
falls like glass
we could not fall together
as we once had, the very shock
of an ocean like glass
as I fall and drown.
Mirrors felled in cyclorama view
that shallows in the limbs
and land of the sea,
dying
enveloping tessellation
in the horizon’s tongue and depression of autumn
dying
offered
to the haze of snapped bone and tree sap, (you are a worm),
thawing in syrup. My father with columns of stone,
stayed quiet under the sea;
I grew in the orange blooms
soaking in the maples
for as I did not sleep, I did dream of words;
Dissociation of the earth
I fell off the earth
to escape.
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wow – what a beautiful end –
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Thank you so much. 😊
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My absolute pleasure
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Wow! This is just exquisite. So full of gems that I would find it hard to pick just one out. I love the flow and the rhythm of it. Just perfect.
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Oh wow… a tantalising finale, falling off the earth at the end of your planetary dream, that really wasn’t a dream because you weren’t really asleep…. your entire poem is exquisitely mesmerising…
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Thank you so much for your thoughts, Ivor. I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem, especially with your analysis. It really captures what my little poem is about. As with the last few lines, it’s also about being overwhelmed and looking for an escapism, or rather, just an escape of reality and oneself.
Thank you again. ❤️
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I’m a great one for escapism in my writings…… my imagination can explore places, where my feet will never be able to wander…
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Wow! This is exquisite. The metaphors used are absolutely perfect. Bravo!
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Thank you so much, Satyen. That means a lot to hear!
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You are welcome! 🙂
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I love how much this poem seemed to spin slowly in my mind, like a top going round or a planet slowly moving. But when I came to the ending, I was amazed at the meaning in the ending that made me go back and read the poem again.
“Dissociation of the earth
I fell off the earth
to escape.”
What a thought!
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Oh, wow, I am so thankful for your comment. Your words mean so much to me, and I am grateful you enjoyed this piece.
The last three lines of the piece are my absolute favorite, since it describes the dissociation of the mind and oneself; how one could feel they don’t have an escapism, especially when life gets difficult.
Again, I am so happy you enjoyed this. Thank you for your lovely feedback. ❤
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Gorgeous poem. It’s as if you found “Earth” to be more stormy than the “Ocean”. 🙂
Though, in how you mention the ocean to show a reflection, is like you are identifying with a place typically showing of storms, where storms come from, where storms originate. It’s like that reflection is you “receding with the tide” back to a darker, though more comforting place.
I’ve always loved your vocabulary in your poetry. Good work as always. 😀
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Oh, thank you so much. I always enjoy reading your thoughts and analysis on my work.
“It’s as if you found “Earth” to be more stormy than the “Ocean.”
You hit the nail on the head here. You’re right, this is how the poem aligns with my personal interpretation. Earth has its problems, and this poem outlines the feeling of wanting to just run and never look back in a sense. Hahaha.
Your analysis is spot on as well with the second point. It correlates to those feelings of familiarity and comfort even if it’s not the best place to be in.
Thank you again for your lovely thoughts and feedback. You are always so kind.
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Beautiful! So what can I say?
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Thank you. 😊
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Interesting
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Thanks.
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#feels
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Thank you. 😊
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I really enjoyed this Lucy, especially this line:
“to the haze of snapped bone and tree sap, (you are a worm)”
the “you are worm” gives the poem a sudden tempo shift, like I stumbled into it and can’t escape.
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Oh, wow, I thank you so much for your thoughts and feedback. Very pleased you enjoyed this piece, Warren. ❤
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This is great work. I love it. Thank you!
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I thank you for your kind words!
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Not sure if I’ve ever been here before? But this is great, Lucy. I love the ambition and stretch in your work, which is very stimulating… I will be back, for sure…
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Thank you so much, Scott. ❤
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Wowza! 😍👌
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Aww, thanks. 🥰
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You’re so welcome 🤗💕
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Lucy… you write with such darkness… the sense of falling from the surface of the earth was especially arresting.
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Thank you dearly, Björn. When I wrote those last few lines, I wanted it to come off as dissociative and I hoped to have accomplished that. As always, I appreciate your feedback!
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This is deliciously dark and brooding, Lucy!
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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So much to ponder here. I love the abrupt ending–falling off the earth.
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Thank you. I’m so happy to hear that. ❤
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Great vocab here – abscission is a wonderful word; and ‘the red hyssop of frost’ ‘the penetralium of desire’ – marvellously evocative of that dark cold landscape and the poet’s torment.
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Thank you so much, Peter. I must admit you hit the theme right on the head–this really encompasses a sort of torment for the narrator in this poem. They feel the need to escape, hence those lines referencing isolation and falling off the Earth. Thank you, as always, for your feedback. It means a lot.
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Deeply imaginative and creative! ~Jason
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Thank you, Jason! 🙂
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Oh, this is so haunting! I love how “thawing in syrup” seems to connect with “soaking in the maples”, using the autumn/death imagery together with the sense of cloying sweetness is so interesting. I also really like “the very shock// of an ocean like glass” – I think it’s very evocative!
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Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re so kind and I’m ecstatic you enjoyed my poem. 🙂
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There is so much fragility in this poem, Lucy: in the ‘red hyssop of the frost’, the ‘abscission of leaf’ that ‘falls like glass’, the ‘ocean like glass’ the ‘mirrors felled in cyclorama view’ and the ‘haze of snapped bone’, it seems as if the whole world is breaking, everything’s falling apart. The final lines come as no surprise.
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Thank you so much, Kim. ❤ ❤ ❤
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There is so much to ponder in this poem, so many exquisite phrases to savor. I like the way these lines elude to the ending…..
“I grew in the orange blooms
soaking in the maples
for as I did not sleep, I did dream of words”
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Thank you very much, Mish!
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I, too, “dream of words”. Five new words to look up, as your dark chocolate verses bite the taste buds, and coat our innards. “you are a worm, thawing in syrup” hooked me. Much to admire here, as per usual.
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Aww, thanks Glenn. ❤
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Wow! Haunting, poignant and full of depth. Absolutely stellar word artistry from beginning to end!
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Thank you so much! ❤
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This is fine writing Lucy, you didn’t disappoint! BTW, I loved the “live” OMN, hope it continues! 🙂
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Thank you so much. ❤
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