Every word you say.

I.

In my willing, I was

there: just as I pictured you,

and tempts me in a way

entertaining my heart

II.

Like the cat in the windowsill,

                        I want to remember

            your face, the maddened rain

                        when you think you’re alone

you never are;

my cynical tongue                   says to wait

                                    but I won’t

my flowers still bleed                         God, hear my prayers

please

III.

Memoir of madness;

I am too quiet

                                    but if I reflected nothing

then I too was absent from the snow-white

aberration; if this is a leap of hope, then I breathe

it crawls onto my chest

                                                abandoned when our stares meet—

hello,

please don’t—

                        This is temporary,

I know that; I’ll press flowers in your bed

the childhood of your home

            to witness your temples, your silhouettes, your wounds,

                                                                          your whispers;

[I’m] on your loveseat; there sits a book in your car
a mist which claims your hand; ancient hills and cattle

early morning, hungred; my death resigned
in her bedroom; a pharaoh’s whip on my heart, laughing, solitary like a bone-flute’s palette to the air,

to be born in fluttering meadows; your lips appear with mistaken blood; and a tissue on pink pores

                                    a stretch of god
            the arch, and barefooted memory

in an April of the tides,

aquiver, my delirium, it’s not too strange;

you’re mine.

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Written for the 08/10/2021 dVerse poetics prompt:

Be voyeurs, peeping through windows and doors of a house, one that has no family connections, no memories of our own to call upon:

  • conjure an imaginary house of any size, any place, any age
  • fill it with an imaginary person/people past or present, or ghosts,  or leave it empty with its history
  • make it literal but move into the metaphorical if you wish

God, this was the worst thing I’ve ever written because of how uncomfortable it made me feel. The interpretation is literal; the narrator is stalking someone they want to romantically pursue, and I didn’t like digging into this mindset too much. However, I wanted to write a poem of this nature for a few days after having this version of Every breath you take in my head.

I’ll probably revise this later–something is nagging me to in the back of my head.



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60 replies

  1. I found this poem haunting like I was a ghost in a house looking onto someone’s emotions.

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  2. Oh my! This required more than one reading and got more enthralling each time!

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  3. Wow, the flow and fluidity of this piece is stunning – you took us all over, and then completed the poem just so. Empowering verse. Love it, Lucy. 💙

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  4. This line really got me: “to witness your temples, your silhouettes, your wounds, / your whispers” Just incredible imagery throughout.

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  5. Really dark and haunting! The verses flow so beautifully while reading this, that’s one of your incredible talents. “to witness your temples, your silhouettes, your wounds, your whispers” This line was exceptional, such vivid imagery. It’s a delight to read your pieces Lucy, loved this ❤

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  6. intersting

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  7. i love how raw and tender this rolled but also the haunting vibe. felt like a prey being watched by a predator.

    this line is powerful, Lucy: if this is a leap of hope, then I breathe

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  8. I think it’s brilliant Lucy – it takes a special skill to inhabit a mindset which you yourself find disturbing!

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  9. Yes its dark Lucy but of such imaginative proportions. The house is barely visible, just a see-through shell from the perspective of stalker and that is powerful when we think of our home as a place of safety and sanctuary even. So many fine lines here – this one struck particularly
    “there sits a book in your car
    a mist which claims your hand”

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  10. It’s disturbing because you’ve entered the thought patterns of another and that takes real talent.

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  11. Your words and verses are truly beautiful! ❤

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  12. This is stunning, Lucy. I just think you’ve captured the stalker’s mindset so beautifully and quite empathetically. I just loved so many lines from it. But I especially love Part II. Just awesome. No. I love part III too. I can’t pick out bits because it all needs to be there. It’s a mood. An irrationality. As you say, you’re in character.

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  13. Yes, haunting indeed and it did give me the chills.

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  14. Great poem! Really dark.
    “Every breath you take” is a really creepy song. I had it in my mind recently too.

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  15. My goodness this is breathtakingly beautiful, Lucy! 💝💝 I especially admire; “Memoir of madness; I am too quiet but if I reflected nothing
    then I too was absent from the snow-white aberration.”

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  16. Deep, dark, mesmerizing ~~ I loved every word. Your talent is boundless.

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  17. in an April of the tides,
    aquiver, my delirium, it’s not too strange;
    you’re mine.

    Great close Lucy! Yes, there has to be a delirium of hope oozing to meet the craving. In many instances, it comes in slow but still, there must be hope1

    Hank

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  18. The witness… oh my! What an exploration! Hauntingly beautiful. Thanks for letting us read it as is. With re-reads it changes. Wow. TYSVM

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  19. After reading that it was supposed to be a stalker’s point of view, I re-read it and it made more sense. So haunting, you’ve written it beautifully! 🤎

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  20. Goosebumps, literally chills🙌

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