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.


  53 comments for “Ocean rattle.

  1. November 16, 2020 at 3:26 pm

    ‘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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    • November 16, 2020 at 5:00 pm

      Oh, you caught me Ingrid. I put some dark optimism in there indeed. Hahaha! Thank you so very much.

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  2. November 16, 2020 at 3:27 pm

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

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    • November 16, 2020 at 5:00 pm

      Thank you, Bjorn. 🙂

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  3. De Jackson
    November 16, 2020 at 3:32 pm

    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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    • November 16, 2020 at 5:01 pm

      Thank you, De!

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  4. November 16, 2020 at 4:04 pm

    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. November 16, 2020 at 4:08 pm

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

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  6. November 16, 2020 at 4:08 pm

    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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    • November 16, 2020 at 5:02 pm

      Hahaha, too bad those possibilities are endless. 😉

      Seriously, though, I just meant it in the rattle of waves and really, how you visualized it. Thank you so much. ❤

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  7. Glenn A. Buttkus
    November 16, 2020 at 4:11 pm

    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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    • November 16, 2020 at 5:02 pm

      Thanks, Glenn!

      Like

  8. November 16, 2020 at 4:16 pm

    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. November 16, 2020 at 4:26 pm

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

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  10. November 16, 2020 at 4:34 pm

    Powerful imagery, color and sound.

    Liked by 2 people

    • November 16, 2020 at 5:03 pm

      Thank you so much.

      Like

  11. November 16, 2020 at 4:45 pm

    Wow this is mesmerizing!!!
    Bravo
    Happy Monday

    Much💝love

    Liked by 2 people

    • November 16, 2020 at 5:04 pm

      Thank you, Gillena.

      Like

  12. November 16, 2020 at 6:21 pm

    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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    • November 16, 2020 at 6:43 pm

      Thank you, Grace. 😀

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  13. November 16, 2020 at 7:12 pm

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

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  14. November 16, 2020 at 9:37 pm

    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. November 16, 2020 at 11:03 pm

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

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  16. November 16, 2020 at 11:44 pm

    Quintessentially your darkly mysterious style, Lucy!

    Liked by 1 person

    • November 17, 2020 at 12:17 am

      Thank you, Lynn, greatly.

      Like

  17. November 16, 2020 at 11:49 pm

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

    Liked by 1 person

    • November 17, 2020 at 12:18 am

      Thank you so much, Anna!

      Like

  18. November 17, 2020 at 1:40 am

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

    Liked by 1 person

  19. silent poetry
    November 17, 2020 at 8:01 am

    Beautiful Lucy ❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  20. November 17, 2020 at 9:32 am

    What an imaginative piece Lucy.

    Liked by 1 person

    • November 17, 2020 at 10:17 am

      Thank you dearly, Linda. I hope all is well! ❤️

      Liked by 1 person

  21. November 17, 2020 at 10:39 am

    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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  22. November 17, 2020 at 12:39 pm

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

    Liked by 1 person

  23. November 18, 2020 at 6:47 pm

    Dark, mysterious and yet beautiful ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  24. November 18, 2020 at 11:06 pm

    Great first line!

    Liked by 1 person

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