Garden trash.

A dead box,
a murderer of many; 

I kneel to
you; I have
written poems,
love, lust,
excuses for the better
of what I mourned the same 

I was tired
of the scars,
winters whored in childhood,
the Limoges lips

the cherubs
planted by the moon
the bed, always death 
in a waltz; the trash 
in the garden,
my hands fertilize
no children there

I am both the woman and the girl;
she sits in the bathtub 
death to the cricket
she does not sleep; I kneel 
all the same

God,
pretty statues
gardens that stepmother
each flower; academy of fine ideas;
water
fear
death
the patchouli
my body rests upon

where my flesh and bone
meet 
I find myself above all
in poetry 

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Written for the dVerse 5/20/2021 MTB prompt.

I hope the beat and rhythm pace some sort of waltz.

I’m not really sure where I was going here for sure. Just some things that give my mind a dance, especially in poetry, things lost to the past, and thoughts like always looking for more tired of the same.

  37 comments for “Garden trash.

  1. May 20, 2021 at 6:28 am

    This is wonderful Lucy: a danse macabre and a symnphonie fantastique! I identify so much with your closing lines ❤️

    Liked by 4 people

  2. May 20, 2021 at 6:43 am

    Is this the ‘Last Waltz’ or maybe a ‘Thankyou for the Dance’.. Leonard Cohen grabs me…

    Liked by 3 people

  3. May 20, 2021 at 10:09 am

    Beautifully done Lucy!
    Dwight

    Liked by 2 people

  4. May 20, 2021 at 10:36 am

    “where my flesh and bone
    meet
    I find myself above all
    in poetry”
    So mesmerizingly good. Absolutely marvelous. Beautiful. Perfect.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. May 20, 2021 at 2:29 pm

    Wonderful imagery, Lucy. I love the cherubs planted by the moon.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. May 20, 2021 at 3:04 pm

    I feel this is truly gothic dancing. Imagine you alone in the garden dancing with the shadows of garden gmomes.

    Liked by 2 people

  7. May 20, 2021 at 4:45 pm

    A deadly and beautiful poetry Lucy.

    Liked by 2 people

  8. May 20, 2021 at 7:35 pm

    You went exactly where you were meant to go ….. notes said it perfectly!!

    Liked by 2 people

  9. May 21, 2021 at 12:15 am

    I liked these lines, “gardens that stepmother each flower; academy of fine ideas” I believe gardens are symbolic of the mind in esoteric literature, so the academy of ideas fits well. I feel the dance of life that leads you to poetry. 💖

    Liked by 2 people

  10. May 21, 2021 at 2:06 am

    enjoyed this a lot!

    Liked by 2 people

    • May 21, 2021 at 3:24 am

      Thank you! I’m glad to hear that.

      Like

  11. May 21, 2021 at 3:50 am

    I imagined the solitary ghost of an abused and murdered woman dancing as I read your poem, Lucy. A sad dance. These lines stood out for me:
    ‘I was tired
    of the scars,
    winters whored in childhood,
    the Limoges lips
    the cherubs
    planted by the moon’
    and
    ‘where my flesh and bone
    meet
    I find myself above all
    in poetry’.

    Liked by 2 people

    • May 21, 2021 at 7:11 am

      I love your interpretation, Kim; I have not thought of that! Thank you so much for your kindness and feedback. ❤️

      Liked by 1 person

  12. May 21, 2021 at 7:59 am

    oh the right
    to fight
    rite
    habitual

    Liked by 2 people

  13. May 21, 2021 at 3:56 pm

    Your mind is always a dance Lucy, more interpretive modern or jazz, than waltz. You have moments of grandeur in your words, but they are more complex than the steps of a Viennese. Always interesting, and a wonderful challenge to search through, finding little gems that resonate. Well written Lucy. I read you with the same open view of broad strokes as I listen to Monk, Mingus, or Miles’ “Kinda Blue” and “Bitches Brew”. And enjoy equally Joni, Waits, NIN, the Dan, and Floyd. I enjoy the unexpectedness of your work Lucy! Write on my friend…

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    • May 21, 2021 at 4:46 pm

      Thank you so, so much Rob!

      Like

  14. May 22, 2021 at 11:43 am

    So wonderful. I love the grounding line: “I am both the woman and the girl” as well as the last two that close the poem. Fabulous.

    Liked by 2 people

  15. lazyeyepoems
    May 23, 2021 at 2:42 pm

    “the cherubs
    planted by the moon
    the bed, always death
    in a waltz; the trash
    in the garden,
    my hands fertilize
    no children there”

    loved all the contrasting images in that stanza, and rest of the poem. well penned, i enjyed

    Liked by 3 people

  16. May 25, 2021 at 8:28 pm

    I really enjoyed the rhythm of this!

    Liked by 2 people

    • May 25, 2021 at 8:34 pm

      Thank you! I’m glad to hear that.

      Like

  17. May 28, 2021 at 6:47 am

    This is amazing! ❤️

    Liked by 2 people

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