I moved in the effervesce of the sea. (Prose)

It would always end this way.

The onslaught of the cold bites in my face raking silence to the foreshore to the leave-taking of winter pleas with sorrow and penances alone

That trace abandoned into neurological thoughts, into weaves of ice that coalesces the ambrosial  sunset (in which that dies) in father’s sea. It transmits into my eyes as my tears start to slip into the ocean.

I reach to swaddle my face with my hands to be alone, to not think, but repentance, from not I, cracks to the beginning of the mind like a fantasy.

I want to leave it all behind, but it falls to the recitations that I hear from dreams that lust for closure and forgiveness.

It nearly kills me. Maybe I want it to consume me.

There’s never an end, there’s never an epilogue to suffering, so what is it?

When I place my hands together above the empyrean lustre pierced by cherry withering branches,

the embryo in the dissonance of the sea, in empty hands they lay—sorry’s, buckling in the dichotomy of falsities, I can’t be the only one at fault.

In melancholy, in half the vista flowers, a shadow darkens with the inscription of candlelight in the dying of the sunset;

slow death, the eyeless waves trample me and I feel a broken remorse flow through;

it incites a frosted afterthought alone. My eyes follow the dark, insanity. Slow death, slow death.

Your lips part in the scent of denouement in the pariah of a moment when there is no moment to assail;

and beneath the bloody unbridled Elysium that intimately grabs me, I can never voice my true thoughts.

I am clawed to silence, swept in the blue perch. I am a droplet in the low-tide in the patterns of the roccia,

and I moved in the effervesce of the sea.

I am no longer bleeding with dismissal, I can no longer give you prose that presses lonely on my scars, illuming the disarray in memory, in psyche, in honesty.

I am alive yet drowning in the preoccupation—the ideation of something better when it’s missing.

I drown with matted sorrow. I harvest my words in the illume of the entryway, the idyll of darkness in my mind…

By blindness, the petunia meeting my sight alone,

I am sentenced to wariness and I lay bare in forgiveness; broken, I see the ray darkly dims.

Madness in poetries, perhaps I should burn them to the sea with my words.

I cannot quell the unlighted abyss that aches the anger in my chest, that wakes rage anew to never forget.

A reflection in the mouth of silence; emptiness says you are a rock in the abrasive pelagic sea. You sink and hypnotize in the whispers ravaged by memory. It has fallen.

It illumes astray, but it’s always with me. It was always supposed to end like this.

I do not have it in me to forgive. I cannot tame the languid blood, cracking, in my desolate heart

At low, which eludes me back to the pitfall, thinking back to forgiveness; I dream, I mourn,

The elocution of the age of intimacy and death, in the nuance and fatalism of language, that can leave in the ghost-eyes of forgiveness onto silence like amnesia,

For as the daughter of an amber sea you wept, I’ve never known you.

The traces of waves bounce droplets of blood, gashed from the flower plumes, and plumes of the horizon;

oblong blood from blood, dark to cinder, eyes redefined in the ocean but only I went falling.

I moved in the effervesce of the sea.

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  27 comments for “I moved in the effervesce of the sea. (Prose)

  1. Tempestuous_Head
    June 10, 2020 at 10:54 am

    Beautiful

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    • June 10, 2020 at 11:29 am

      Thank you. ❤️

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  2. Rhen Laird
    June 10, 2020 at 11:55 am

    Lucy, this pierces so deeply it nearly took my breath away. You write this kind of horrific pain so well, it’s stunning. I recently started a separate blog to deal with similar things (but the dang Block format is a hindrance…like it’s not hard enough to think and write this stuff, I have to fight the new technology). Anyway, it’s hard to know what to say to you–accept what I’ve already stated…my heart clasps yours, if that helps at all. God bless you abundantly ❤ Rhen

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    • June 10, 2020 at 1:30 pm

      Thank you so much for your kind comment, Rhen. It is very hard, I believe, to forgive especially when you know there can never be closure. It is painful, indeed.

      As well about the Block Editor format, it’s a love and hate thing for me too. 😀 At least, we can switch back to the Classic Editor.

      Anway, my heart goes out to you as well. Forgiveness is a fickle thing in my opinion, but I am glad this could resonate. Thank you for your kind words. Blessings to you as well, my friend. ❤ ❤

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      • Rhen Laird
        June 10, 2020 at 1:50 pm

        Forgiveness is a constant challenge for me–and as a Christian, I’m commanded to do it. Little by little, I have faith God will bring me to that point–it’s not like He’s unaware of the painful memories/scars, and He also knows my heart sincerely desire to do right. As you say, when closure is no longer possible it’s quite difficult and painful. I appreciate your openness–both in doing the posts–and in exchanging thoughts with me in the Comment Box. Much love to you ❤ ❤

        On the topic of Block format–I do not have the option of switching back to Classic Editor, unfortunately. I guess I waited too long to deal with it–and so WP had already removed the “Switch”. I realize there’s a little “Classic Editor” block…but it’s just not the same as the old one. So I’m old and I struggle…and complain 🙂

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  3. June 10, 2020 at 1:35 pm

    I am a droplet in the low-tide in the patterns of the roccia,

    and I moved in the effervesce of the sea.

    That is what caught me the most. Your writing, as always, is one for the books. 👌

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    • June 10, 2020 at 1:54 pm

      Oh, wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you. That warms my heart. I am so glad you enjoyed this piece. ❤

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  4. June 11, 2020 at 2:13 am

    “the ideation of something better when it’s missing”, I’ve been there! I know that street!

    Liked by 1 person

    • June 11, 2020 at 2:38 am

      It’s a sad street to be at, I know.

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      • June 11, 2020 at 2:43 am

        The secret is in the word “ideation”, there is nothing more powerful than the construct of the mind. I build great dungeons. But the process can be reversed, it can’t be forced, but through care it can be dismantled.

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      • June 11, 2020 at 2:47 am

        Leonard Cohen said it well, “there is a crack, there is a crack in everything, that’s where the light gets in- that’s where the light gets in.”

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  5. June 11, 2020 at 2:38 am

    You’re nominated for the inspiring bloggers tag ☆!!!!
    Check it out here : https://allaboutblogdotlife.wordpress.com/2020/06/01/inspiring-bloggers/

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    • June 11, 2020 at 3:40 pm

      Thank you so much.

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  6. June 11, 2020 at 2:06 pm

    This is such a heartfelt piece ❤ Loved it !!
    Do read my blog too. Your reviews are valuable 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • June 11, 2020 at 2:11 pm

      Aww, thank you. ❤️❤️

      Like

  7. June 15, 2020 at 3:02 am

    This was just so powerful. Wow!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. June 15, 2020 at 12:53 pm

    Wow Lucy this is amazing! Each para brings a new metaphor, a new shade of emotion. I loved it!

    Liked by 1 person

    • June 15, 2020 at 1:34 pm

      Thank you so much for the kind comment. ❤ ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  9. June 15, 2020 at 1:14 pm

    An amazing piece, Lucy! Stunning imagery.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. July 4, 2020 at 8:06 pm

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    i believe the word i “effervescences” Still great poetry!

    Liked by 1 person

    • July 4, 2020 at 8:07 pm

      I think it might work either way. 😀 Thank you so much for your feedback and the reblog.

      Liked by 1 person

      • July 4, 2020 at 8:14 pm

        iT MIGHT…but the matter of singular or plural forms must still be clarified. I still think my suggestion is the more correct form—I did have to look it up! Check it out on line for yourself-!

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      • July 4, 2020 at 8:16 pm

        OKAY—I just reread the title…and in the title…your way works best! 😀

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