isolate the modernities carnations touch the wind, mocking them, like a cigarette in the abandoned sunlight, the entropy, monstering god-like shores fragmenting ends of the mind, traversing the watery rock for the sea, the mouth left behind from the cave,… Read More ›
Faith
Ice dark (the world is dreaming).
lie across the taurobolium at the motherless spring without feeling, without breath; pale mulberries infiltrate the wind in ice dark of obscured dreams by the sea-green void, vanishing by the surf, as the fresh dew slumbers in the whiteness of… Read More ›
“Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.
Harms can be healed by pills How to heal the harms of soul? Remedy is precious yet free Used least wisely yet widely It’s… The magic of “Words” Words can touch and sooth the soul Words can heal others and… Read More ›
“My Symphony of Angelical Pain” by Benyin.
Then, was enslaved in your sheathin a bosom of appearing angelic roars;hosting daringly with perfectlygroomed verses, ofyour patterns of inflictionsUnfold me; mold me!I am available for yourdesiring wraths.Untame me, hold me,I am yearning whollyto see your demogorgonsSuspended in waves I… Read More ›
Flowers for you.
flowers for you bursting like a ghost; red and white violets that were in a market shop your eyes hunted them and they were yours; as the street calls out in loneliness the telephone replays with your voice engraved in… Read More ›
“Closed Eyes” by Navnidhi Vyas.
She must be a queen of innocent eyesShe must’ve sweet smell of incenseShe must be a stunning beautyShe must be a quiet music of all your poetry. But she chose her own path, not with you, might be with someone… Read More ›
Raven by Mark Borne.
Fly, fly, my little Raven, Reach, reach for the sky. See the world from the air, My little Raven, and show it to me. It’s a big world, little Raven, But I promise I’ll find always find you. Fly,… Read More ›
Look at all the eyes.
Look at all the eyes of humanity and light cry into blood-welling forgotten in unbridled free verse; around the corner that last breath in the mirror moves in dream and desire nigh to each taraxcum dandelion flowering over mother’s relics;… Read More ›
“From This Voice” By Brand.
Sweet soul, I can see you, smile As we hike in rugged beauty Pausing to touch fingertips I step away as you call me back as my response to regard you Huff and that smile For our souls would touch… Read More ›
Collaboration Poem Completed.
Over a month ago, I wrote a post about collaborating together on a poem project with the theme freedom. I provided the first four lines, leaving the rest of the poem up to you. The collaboration has ended and I’m… Read More ›
mind’s end.
at mind’s end, the winter sets the dawn, coffee and creamer, while the silent encroachment blossoms in the ripe mist. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Spillwords Press Publication “We walk alone.”
Blue fog, derived from the morning, Dancing alone in an orchard with the breeze, In a world torn with a hunt—a slow death for us all, Then don’t let us go then. We walk alone into the arterial landscape… Read… Read More ›
in the cool light, in the darkness.
lost in mania traffic the struggle of mind teeming with cigarettes escaping the birdsong as the dark leaves fall onto the cherry blossoms silently with bloodshed, caressed to dreams in the awakened winter, arak trees. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights… Read More ›
Ocean.
dreams in the Sahara insanity in the flamenco acedia, I linger in the ocean floor, stripped in fertile silence as frost knows death better than I. the typhoon, the sailor it festers the dying beast of the albatross and the… Read More ›
Exist.
nude into the enraptured forbidden sea, behalf the whisper, its madness in autumn at its wake, unknown into the burial of yellow roses, in the tears of ghostly sands, tossing from forgotten sea light silhouetted against torn anamnesis these shadows… Read More ›
The tree of apricot.
the waves in the dying of the dark by frozen, alluring dreams when you’ve never dreamt unsheathed upon each layer of rock that bleeds out by daylight where we see the blood drift, sliced in a sleepwalking geyser the dispensation… Read More ›
Dissonance of a dream.
the dark slithers, betraying the scarlet moon into the mellifluous hunger in each haze, a new mother of spring, the hills, the silence of untiring wanton blood broken between each finger and bone, nesting in the shadows in immense maddened… Read More ›
The last thought.
Rocks lay before the last thought and solipsism; Inside a frost stillness, decaying by the tree; Forbidden—the serpent’s blood betrays the bone fingers that lay upon stone. Feral. What happened? Illusory dreams are mere… Read More ›
Awake (Draft).
In an age of watching… through a mind suffice in icy tombs; What word through our own, to have finally sought the black star that was the world we lived sleepless. And,… Read More ›
Ghost street.
A leaf falls Into the monsoon shadows. I turn by the grazed branches Trembling by the dark windows Into the blustering Of frost and the muzzled crystals that lay Into the black linen on the ground. We are alone in… Read More ›
