Polaris.

Lie down beside her
crux
sambac dreams were never 
for me

A woman says to me
you’ve hidden in your room
away from people,
where you starve yourself
your black circles
under your eyes are roots 
not like roses, bedded 
by your veil

foolish,
I hid because I was afraid of people
I hid because I was tired of people.
I’m a woman now,
and the child thorns at your words
like a blood-berried whiskey

the jade in her eyes
was my death;

white-laced, your satin red
fits in my mind
flirts with a summer virulence
turns at the moon
thus cheating women into flowers

she does not understand 
or know who I am 
that’s a risk in itself
like Polaris above the dark,
eating at a black heart
shunning her hands as they bleed;

I am mad
I cheat with words like a maniac
I put them in a dead box
downing them, smoking them
until it’s worthless—she crawls into
each lie, was it not of a duchess 
who deathmongers poetically her people
but loves them all the same?

new-born, old-born,
you have to understand it’s not the same
peddle your words
say I’m an addict
in my words
it’s only how you see me
but that’s not me
it’s how you see me
and sometimes, risks like that
lie me down
with nothing left to keep
but my corvus ghosts.

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Written 6/08/2021 for dVerse poetics and dedicated to Master Gina. 🙃



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68 replies

  1. I love it… somehow your flowery image with a hidden woman made me think of Emily Dickenson, and how she kept to herself… but shredding the Jasmin for darkness is not easy… so many thoughts go through my mind reading your words.

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  2. A beautiful and gripping piece! I am often not one to fully absorb longer poems, but every word here enchanted me and added a new layer. The final composition is one to read again!

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  3. Wow! I’m in love with your writings 😍
    I loved this line- ‘it’s only how you see me
    but that’s not me’

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  4. Lucy,
    A tantalizingly compelling read! The madness is the awful misunderstanding or blindness between the two, as if coexisting under Polaris, one seeing it, the other not; the missed fears, the black lies, the risks taken, is to only find oneself alone again. I love this line:
    “I cheat with words like a maniac
    I put them in a dead box
    downing them, smoking them
    until it’s worthless—she crawls into
    each lie,”
    pax,
    dora

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    • Thank you so, so much Dora! I find madness in assuming. We never truly know people and when others assume, it’s a risk to think you know them and act as such when it’s just blatantly wrong. You hit it right on the head with the different themes, and I thank you for your beautiful and kind words. ❤

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  5. This strongly reminds of Dickinson- I especially love; “foolish, I hid because I was afraid of people
    I hid because I was tired of people. I’m a woman now.” Yes! 💝

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  6. I think I saw more Sylvia Plath than Ms. Emily. You are more grounded, more fearless, lusty and bold for even the whiff of Victorian constriction. Your darkness helps to balance the chaos.

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  7. Love reading you Lucy. Your stuff is like a contemporary art gallery, full of wonderful abstract and surreal images, to peruse, unlock, and consume. Sometimes I feel I have snuck into some eccentrics attic to snoop, and sneak, and marvel and enjoy. Your music strikes my chord, my friend — play on.

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    • Oh wow, thank you so much Rob! I love how you view my poetry and it really warms my heart because I KNOW that feeling, it’s evocative to me; and to hear that you feel that with my work, it’s amazing. Thank you!

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  8. You are a brave poet. And you have a way with words, and this is a fine work in alchemy of word smithing:

    I am mad
    I cheat with words like a maniac
    I put them in a dead box
    downing them, smoking them

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  9. I echo Grace on your courage to dig deep. You have your own style but I really am reminded of Sylvia Plath when I read you. Especially this poem with its passion. I liked these lines, “she does not understand, or know who I am, that’s a risk in itself” that actually resonated with me as I have oftentimes felt misunderstood by those I love most, then the image of Polaris is so good! 💗

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    • Thank you so much. Plath is like my biggest poetic inspiration, so it really makes me happy to hear that (no shame to Dickinson though, she’s amazing in her own right 😁).

      Being misunderstood by assumptions, it does hurt. I’d imagine it would hurt worse by those who do know you than when compared to a stranger who really doesn’t (in my case).

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  10. does not understand
    or know who I am
    that’s a risk in itself

    Love these words, Lucy! It is often the perennial mistake of many suitors bent on making an easy kill but fails miserably!

    Hank

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  11. Lucy, you never fail to resonate with the reader … I love these words best “I put them in a dead box
    downing them, smoking them” ~~ conjures all sorts of visions.

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  12. This part of your poem jumps out at me:
    “I’m a woman now,
    and the child thorns at your words
    like a blood-berried whiskey”

    Your poem reminds me of the story of the blind men describing an elephant:
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blind_men_and_an_elephant

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    • Intriguing! I can see the parallels to the parable and my piece. Perspective is a funny thing. Thank you so much. 🙂

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      • You’re welcome, Lucy. I see the blind men as on different wavelengths but being too full of ego or stubbornness to admit they don’t have all of the answers. Those who pre-judge (and am I not judging by prefacing my statement with what I did?) miss a lot but shutting down their channels of receptivity.

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  13. Beautiful, a mixture of Dickinson and Plath tones. This is some fine dark coffee for those asleep with the usual poetry writing.

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  14. Breathtaking, Lucy! I can’t pick a favourite line or image, there is so much dark soul searching and examination of the madness involved in writing poetry. I think to be come immersed in poetry is to risk our sanity sometimes, but it can also save us. I do so love this simile:

    ‘like Polaris above the dark,
    eating at a black heart
    shunning her hands as they bleed;’

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  15. from black circles to corvus ghosts – all point north, don’t they? in the ink of night we’ll find our direction ~

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  16. This poem feels transcendent. I love this in particular, Lucy –

    I cheat with words like a maniac
    I put them in a dead box
    downing them, smoking them


    David

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  17. Most excellent, vivid, surreal images.

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  18. How can we see others clearly when we can’t even see ourselves? There is a weary melancholy in your narrator. I wish her a world outside not only the boxes other people put her in, but the boxes she constructs for herself. (K)

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  19. I love all the vividness depicted here, Lucy. Again, I get that eerie sacrificial feeling with the images you conjure. One minute I’m almost in a Tim Burton film, the next minute I’m in a smoky gothic with a female lead. I love:

    white-laced, your satin red
    fits in my mind
    flirts with a summer virulence
    turns at the moon
    thus cheating women into flowers

    and the whole of the stanza that begins: I am mad.

    I love the escapism of poetry and glimpses into other poets minds. It’s all we have some days ❤

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    • Aww, thank you so very much Sunra! I am so happy that you enjoyed this piece and I love how you viewed it. ❤ ❤ Poetry is sometimes all we have left, I agree with that.

      Also this: “One minute I’m almost in a Tim Burton film, the next minute I’m in a smoky gothic with a female lead.”

      I feel like this is apt for my poetry, at least according to the general feedback I receive. I love it! 😀

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  20. Excellent. Your writin is so brilliant. Always amazed when I read your work , Lu😍

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  21. I always enjoy reading your poems as I usually get to learn at least one new word with each read.

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  22. A wonderful poem Lucy! How cruel the words of thoughtless people who think they know you and offer unsolicited advice full of broken glass and daggers! They do not know that still water runs deep and solitude does not carry with it a lack of fortitude or intelligence!

    I loved this line…

    I cheat with words like a maniac
    I put them in a dead box
    downing them, smoking them
    until it’s worthless—she crawls into
    each lie

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    • Thank you, Dwight! More people should keep their assumptions to themselves, really. They shouldn’t air them to someone they just met. Sometimes, I think back upon her words and am glad I don’t have the cruelty she shown in just three sentences.

      “They do not know that still water runs deep and solitude does not carry with it a lack of fortitude or intelligence!”

      I love that so much. That’s really good.

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  23. “I am mad
    I cheat with words like a maniac
    I put them in a dead box
    downing them, smoking them
    until it’s worthless—she crawls into
    each lie, was it not of a duchess
    who deathmongers poetically her people
    but loves them all the same?”

    wow, there is so much going on this poem, too many great lines to quote, i read a few times, out loud each time and just sounded great. very well done!

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  24. Enjoyed. Tremendously. You do this so well when we all know it’s not easy.

    new-born, old-born,
    you have to understand it’s not the same<<
    Loved everything especially this line. It’s not the same. Never is. Can’t be.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  25. This has a spooky, haunting feel. I found it disturbing. If that was you r goal, it worked.

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  26. so vivid. reminds me of Dickinson.

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  27. A beautiful and gripping piece!

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  28. Wow !! Its just soo beautifully written

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  29. the thrut, this is a wonderful words that i read today. 👍💐

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  30. Thank you for sharing.

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