Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,
I curl the thorns of the lily
into the sway of red craters,
cracked fossils;
the possibility
that unearths into a single
bloodline, staved in winter’s digits;
I’ve cried for shadows of
father’s uproots, whilst
he remembers Mother Nature’s
fare.
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Written for the dVerse prompt: Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible.
Beautiful as always. Could you please elaborate
“I’ve cried for shadows of
father’s uproots” thank you.
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Thank you, Smita. It’s nice to see you here at the Nexus! 😀
Now as for that line–“I’ve cried for shadows of
father’s uproots” I wanted to write a poem about the different dynamics of families and the ancestry that follows in mental and physical patterns. In this line, the narrator is grieving what haunted their father and they worry that it will follow them. This is referenced with the final line of the piece in connection to the pain either intentionally or unintentionally that our relatives can cause to us or others.
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Thank you so much for elaborating.
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Of course. Thank you so much for reading my poem, it truly means a lot. ❤
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Always a pleasure. 💛
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This is some of your best work, Lucy! Awesome job, and carry on writing!
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Thank you so, so much. 😀
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Wonderful, I especially like the last few lines.
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Thank you very much!
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