Ocean rattle.

Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,
I curl the thorns of the lily
into the sway of red craters,
cracked fossils;

the possibility
that unearths into a single
bloodline, staved in winter’s digits;
I’ve cried for shadows of
father’s uproots, whilst
he remembers Mother Nature’s
fare.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible.




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53 replies

  1. ‘the possibility
    that unearths into a single
    bloodline, staved in winter’s digits;’
    Do I sense a dark optimism here? I suppose it’s possible! Fantastic imagery, Lucy 😊

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  2. I do love this… and worry about Mother Nature’s fare too.

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  3. I know our word is possible/possibility, and I love how you’ve used it, but MAN, the word choice that got me is “rattle.” The phrase “ocean’s rattle” is a poem in and of itself. So good.

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  4. The ocean’s rattle–it sounds so ominous, like a death rattle, but what a vivid image. Such wonderful imagery throughout (as always)! 😀
    “I’ve cried for shadows of
    father’s uproots, whilst
    he remembers Mother Nature’s
    fare.”

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  5. powerful writing, beauty shadowed by destruction! You say it well in so few words

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  6. The ocean’s rattle…..yeeeeow you’ve got me likening the ocean’s waves to the tail of a giant rattle snake ready to strike….of the open mouth of the cobra baring its fangs. I don’t like those possibilities! I’d rather think of the ocean’s rattle being the jingling (positive word :)) of the sea glass that will be dropped on shores…pretty frosted colors. You’ve really painted possibilities here with your imagery….amazing.

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  7. Your mention of Father made me flash on Father Nature, Allthatis. This is pure Lucy, dusky gems and imaginative morphings. I liked, “I curl the thorns of the lily into the sway of red craters.”

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  8. A lily with thorns – there’s a dark side to everything, even if we can’t see or feel it. That’s such a stunning phrase, Lucy, ‘staved in winter’s digits’, which conjures an image of winter composing music in a minor key on a piano.

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  9. Wow…
    and the ocean rattles
    like a snake in battle
    the waves bite back
    killing father’s sacred cattle

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  10. Powerful imagery, color and sound.

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  11. Wow this is mesmerizing!!!
    Bravo
    Happy Monday

    Much💝love

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  12. I love the red color and the hope in mother nature’s cycle from winter to hopefully spring season. Amazing write Lucy.

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  13. all-that-is balancing on the razor’s edge

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  14. I curl the thorns of the lily
    into the sway of red craters,
    cracked fossils;

    What great images…I love the thorns on the lilly and the red craters and cracked fossils!

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  15. Each line is a masterpiece, I had to read the poem a few times to absorb its essence completely. ❤ 🙂

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  16. Quintessentially your darkly mysterious style, Lucy!

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  17. This is beautifully crafted and reveals worlds in such a tiny space!

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  18. Love the title, it really is a jarring poem. Moves one to mourn the “shadows.”

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  19. Beautiful Lucy ❤️❤️

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  20. Gorgeous and soul touching Lucy. you are fabulous.
    I’ve cried for shadows of
    father’s uproots, whilst
    he remembers Mother Nature’s
    fare.

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  21. Fantastic. Amidst the uprooting, the remembering and the possibility.

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  22. Dark, mysterious and yet beautiful ❤️

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