skin on handlavender riseshugged by madsunsin whiteandyellow; the moonflutes the rain, abandoned byalltheflowers and the rainis deathflutteringi fear, the spine toits leaf that blows etceteraetceteraladyleafofLazarusdoes not leave © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
slowdown.
Down, down, down the riverside. The air went dead. I suspended above the ivy waves in silence, entering into the belly indigo. Water had now been a cold darkness and I was trying to part myself from the waves above—that only seemed to inundate me further. I uttered few words I could remember or understand. … Continue reading slowdown.
(!) billowing.
Disturbs in grave repentance cracking upon the ocean’s rattle,buckling swords like a python’s tongue, madness I billowin the dusk, drysalter’s poison that pierces me in battlea fool’s dance sparred, soon falling as a leaf of willow;the razor edge of fate, wearing bone and caitiff dustin father’s displease, death tantrums veins of the ghostlauded violence in … Continue reading (!) billowing.
lies.
for the starsi liediminish i see the moonfled the rain, deathpoising swiftly, & unspeaking,a poet crowsspun a wind, shuttingyourbeautiesin the spring-said of earthindigomy skin, I rise so no onesees meone womanbirth,subsumedbut eyesI lie with themeasy. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Lucas Stories: Waves
The boy felt the waves crash against his feel. He felt the wet sand beneath him shift to create a mold around his feet. He felt the summer breeze blow against his face, causing his short hair to ripple. He breathed deeply as he recalled the memories he made with his father. In the short … Continue reading Lucas Stories: Waves
Ghost of gardens.
infinite in papery moonswhy must I layunder your footin the voluptuoussea? madcaps and glassed eyes her next deathin a million moons I’ve yet to meet; god’s leavetaking, nothing left for youbut a ghost of gardens. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Originally reposted for the dVerse Open Link Night 1/7/21.
To Fight Or To Run (An Original Poem)
I face the fog ahead, The unknown of tomorrow. It glares down at me, Like a curtain of sorrow. And then speaks a voice, Which comes and is done. It leaves me a choice, To fight or to run. Hey guys, it's Chris! Sorry I haven't been highly active. I've had little inspiration to work … Continue reading To Fight Or To Run (An Original Poem)
Escape (An Original Poem)
I can't escape It's everywhere It's part of me The pain resides Within my heart The pounding of The monotone keys I can't hear My own heart It's drowned out How is it that The whisper is Only heard by you?
Ionad.
Icy thorns in kestrel snow, I gather them for you; plunging ire to your still desert, stave it in illness, black lilies incite the gallows you bring into the ladies of dust if the blood oceanid parts. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Ocean rattle.
Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,I curl the thorns of the lilyinto the sway of red craters,cracked fossils; the possibilitythat unearths into a singlebloodline, staved in winter’s digits;I’ve cried for shadows offather’s uproots, whilsthe remembers Mother Nature’sfare. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some … Continue reading Ocean rattle.
