do not.

centuries dead moon
pretty ladies on the street
by death, clothed with
white snow; winter’s blue water
fingers in stardust, snitching ice red
hinging
as though I had seen, dearest,
your physiognomy of spring,
moved in black craters; (like tall roses),
whisk, whisk,
swaying a face, sun gardened
and unlike, cleaning osprey eggs.
try beyond,
do not turn from me,
twitching your oceanid weeds,
in symmetry twisting
shyness in ice, eyes like elk,
your little hands, moon, oak
lies in something
of the tree.


Written for the dVerse prompt: Today we will write about color from the perspective of a synesthete. Pick one color or several colors. 

I was inspired by E.E. Cummings, particularly with this:

“the way to hump a cow is not
to elevate your tool
but drop a penny in the slot
and bellow like a bool”

Just kidding. I thought I would include that to maybe throw you off. However, I was inspired by E.E. Cummings’ writing style, just not by that poem, which if this intrigues you, you can read it here.




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71 replies

  1. I like the word “oceanid.” And I had NO IDEA about that cummings poem…
    😮🤣

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  2. I read so much into your picture… to me this is like a painting by Matisse with the pretty ladies walking a Parisian street, I would have said that those little hands also reminds me of ee cummings… nothing but the rain has such small hands.

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  3. Not sure what’s going on in the poem, but this passage makes me think it’s about two lovers, which means it’s complicated:
    “do not turn from me,
    twitching your oceanid weeds,
    in symmetry twisting
    shyness in ice, eyes like elk,”
    I especially like “shyness in ice, eyes like elk”

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  4. a lovely creative piece of poetry intertwined with I know not what but love this line especially
    “lingers in stardust, snitching ice red”

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  5. Quite delicate and deep… and timeless.

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  6. There is something burning under the ice here. I like your use of colour.

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  7. Your pack a lot in your poem, but this comes to me as a moment in stillness, Lucy. I love that face, sun gardened, and eyes like elk – very imaginative.

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  8. I love the build up of sounds and textures with your colours, especially in the lines:
    ‘shyness in ice, eyes like elk,
    your little hands, moon, oak’
    Fantastic!

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  9. Really lovely Lucy ❤️

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  10. What a great piece! So much going on behind the scenes. Your allusions are exquisinte! Love the word oceanid.

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  11. Wild stuff Lucy, hallucinogenic, colorful, fascinating…

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  12. WOW!!💝 This is absolutely amazing 😀 such arresting imagery that runs deep into the soul and cries out loud. Especially love; “your physiognomy of spring, moved in black craters; (like tall roses), whisk, whisk, swaying a face, sun gardened and unlike, cleaning osprey eggs.”💝

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  13. Oh my gosh, I loved the beginning and then it engulfed me. I was drowning in the dream and out of control, spiraling down into one of your amazing poems! I love the way you write and wish I could do the same., Thank you Lucy!!! ☺️

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  14. I love your sense of humor! Penny in the slot indeed!!

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  15. I love the impressionistic flow of color/imagery, all with a nice delicate touch of your poetic brush dipped in earth and sky. Something to gaze at all day. 😍

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  16. I could feel every color here! I especially liked, “shyness in ice, eyes like elk” Very good storytelling here!

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  17. I loved the imagery you painted with your words, Lucy. But that Cummings poetry had me laughing my ass off 😂

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  18. You channelled your inner cummings, ‘dropped a penny in the slot’, and released a kaleidoscope of chill-tempered colours, Lucy. I particularly love the ‘fingers in stardust, snitching ice red’; ‘your physiognomy of spring / moved in black craters’; and ‘do not turn from me, / twitching your oceanid weeds’. I get the feeling someone’s not happy.

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  19. I don’t pretend to have a clue what’s going on in this poem, but it’s full of colour and textures 🙂

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  20. This poem is a busy bustling colorful place. I think my favorite color is “winter’s blue water
    fingers in stardust”

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  21. I love the colors and images. To me, it seemed more elemental than human lovers quarreling. I thought it was supernatural creatures or maybe the earth itself. . . the pretty ladies flowers dead in the winter. . .lots of beautiful phrases.

    But you are so funny with the e.e. cummings remark. 😀

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    • Now you have me convinced that I should write a sci-fi poem or prose piece. 😀 Thank you so very much as well for the kind words, Merril.

      I’m also glad you liked the E.E. Cummings poem I included. Humor is a necessity, these times especially.

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  22. I always like the way you clothe your people in their elements. I can picture those snow garments, and death calling. (K)

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  23. Just the sound of the words together, bouncing off each other, repelling like the wrong ends of magnets, coming back together like quick silver disturbed… is wonderful… a joy to read.

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  24. I dont think i understand the story told in this poem, even after reading some of the comments.
    However i did like the transport from icy cold to
    “swaying a face, sun gardened”
    I liked the warmth and the care in cultivation
    The last line with hands, tree and moon; suggest to me some kind of romance
    Mystifing !!!
    Much💙love

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  25. Here I am at the end of the line. I love any poem that uses “physiognomy”, an underused word. This piece has it’s death rattle, but it does feel different than most of your work–it does play with words ala e.e.cummings. Your wordsmithing is revved up and evident.

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  26. kaykuala

    your little hands, moon, oak
    lies in something of the tree.

    Wanting to be relevant it has some quaint connection to what the tree. represents

    Hank

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  27. A very beautiful poem that evokes all to the display for a person’s observation. That is what I see, in this work. An observation, as though what is being viewed, is confined in a frame, buried in a canvas. As colors for the imagery, to the shades that express confusion for other parts. Could that person turn from the observer? As it is, in what a person notices to something so unified by colorings, by recognition in what is collected, makes the beautiful details counted. They cannot turn, especially as recognition would become its opposite, when backwards, when once facing the observer.

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    • Oh, thank you so much. This is an interpretation that stuns me, I had never looked at my poem this way. Your perspective fascinates me greatly, have you studied a lot of literature in the past? You seem to pay close attention to the symbolism as an allegory. As well, I always enjoy reading your feedback. Your words and kindness mean a lot to me, thank you so very much.

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      • You’re welcome for the feedback. 🙂

        I actually have not studied literature in the past. Not in college, at least. Perhaps the one book I did finish, while reading on my own, was Les Miserables. It took me 3 years to read, in its entirety. That novel just greatly influenced me, as I’ve become a great admirer of Hugo’s works.

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  28. Oh, my. This is gorgeous. I’m a big Cummings fan myself, and often find my flow influenced by him.

    My favorite lines:
    “winter’s blue water
    fingers in stardust”

    Stunning.

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  29. I read it twice more.So deep..magical words..Poetry is my love and I am in love with your amazing poetry💖💖

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  30. You always amaze me Lucy! 🙂

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  31. white snow; winter’s blue water… Fascinating Words ❤

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