Petitions (A Collaborative Piece)…

An honor to be included in this beautiful collaboration ❤

My Sword and Shield....

I am so pleased to present this work of art and I am lucky to have been a part of this collaborative effort.  To be in the presence of such wonderful poets is a true honor.

I encourage you to follow the links attached to their names and visit their own pages. Wonderful wonders to be found there…

Eric:

By night’s dark embrace
I light these candles of petition
and speak unto my heart
on my knees in the moonlight

Hear me
oh crimson guardian in my breast
engine of my life
ever the drum beat that underlies
the story of my days
I beseech thee,
do not fall for such a cause as this
you know I have no choice in these matters
but to plunge headlong
hand in hand
together to our end

and I grow so weary of falling

Christine:

By night’s dark embrace
I light these…

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and in the awakening of her absence.

Heartbreaking and beautiful… a must read ❤

Fallen Alone

it was barely a monday-
i had folded her skin under mine,
and held the soft whisper of her heart
like an echo in my chest cavity.

she had lost her words.

and on wednesday-
her lungs were filled with water
from all her tears she’d swallowed
as my lips pushed my breath
into her blood.

she was decaying.

and the air around us changed
from winter to autumn,
as the blue broke down into a shade of brown
which couldn’t gather it’s sanity long enough
to remember to live.

she’d fractured by saturday-
beside this broken ocean that seeks redemption
for each time it betrayed gravity
to lay naked next to Luna,
by beating it’s body against mine
and holding on
until we were both losing our bones
under the long weight
of a lover slipping from the memory.

i am most human in her death.

••ra’ahe khayat

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Notes On A Suicide by Hemingway – A.G. Diedericks

Great piece from A.G. Diedericks on SD today!

Sudden Denouement Collective

The cosmos misplaced me
left me to meteor into this zeitgeist
of insipid distractions
Where i roam as an anachronism
under the city of lights
in pursuit of remnants from Lutetia
with nothing but a pen & piece
of paper to live on

Problem is I’m not a poet
Let me tell you how i know it:
I kill a reader
every time i get published
I drag ’em out
to the Battle of Normandy
and en garde my quill
up against their arsenal;
I tread belligerently
over land mines, unarmored
until there’s nothing left
of me to spill

Because who am i
without these lacerations
cut on truth
cut to the left
cut with avant garde

I look on as they flee for shelter
in colloquial boats
Washed up on the shores
of contrived obeisance

I write myself out
and into pastiche
Here..
Where i can marvel at all…

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Under the Influence

Frigid fog Relentlessly rising From warm mother Loyal as a dog Turns to ice When it touches my skin Promises spliced Into lapsed life Secrets buried Flashback of Drugged days Bitter taste Anemic amnesiac Miss you Let’s get together soon Sweet solicitations Remember me Drown me Choking on vows Cotton in my mouth Rabid teeth … Continue reading Under the Influence

Subterranean Novellas – Aurora Phoenix

Great piece by Aurora today on Sudden Denouement

Sudden Denouement Collective

he is sleeping
fetally curled
as the narrow bench allows
hairily bedraggled
a forlorn green bean
hopelessly lost in a crisper corner.
insensible to the hubbub
lurch oblivious
sea legs unconscious.
his story has uncracked bindings
though I inescapably
draft this chapter
unimaginatively entitled
“homeless”
subtitled
survival strategies for bitter blustery days

they wear their privilege
like their pancake
precisely overdone
accentuating blemishes
it purports to mask.
like spanx in overtime
containing wayward bulges
they convulse in paroxysms
suppressed schoolgirl giggles
as they selfie mock him –
these southern belles
similarly lionizing
life’s half century
in the city
that will never sleep

do I,
in the crushed velvet burnout
that is my poetic soul,
bear closer resemblance
to an urban misfit
escaping frigidity
cloaked in congealed
eau de shame
than I do
the pungently judging
glam squad clique
clicking and cackling
in cringe-worthy
mean girl couture?

I hope,
fervently as…

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Squire…-Eric Syrdal

Beautiful truth by Eric on Whisper and the Roar

Whisper and the Roar

Squire ES

without a word
I gently laid
the last
of her armor
on the ground
it had been hours since
we had started talking
and I could see
little by little
she began to remove it
piece by piece
unbuckling leather straps
and sliding off sleeves of mail
I, understanding the ceremony
involved in this
and the sanctity of this place
I, fell into my role
taking the pieces one by one
carefully cleaning and mending them
by the light of our conversation
reverently arranging them
before her
so that she may don them
at any time
my labor complete
it would have been easy
to get lost in the sight of her there
to drown in the depths of her eyes
as she spoke about the things
that clawed at the walls of her heart
to focus on
some curvaceous part of her
that was only a moment ago
entrenched…

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Ephemera of Abeyance – A Collaboration By 1Wise-Woman and A.G. Diedericks

A recent collaboration with A.G. Diedericks on Blood into Ink

Blood Into Ink

Buried beneath the valley

Of the shadow of death

Abandoned

In day-glow delirium

Stifled blessed breath

Veins spill vermilion

Resuscitated by the lips of Lilith

I ride shotgun

with this estranged soul

that forges my signature

Stigmatized traffic

Oh, irascible ones..

Must you vivisect me so bluntly?

My name in blood as

Succor for unsung sins

Yet you persistently press

Cold blade of consternation

To repentant chest

Left to exist in

Muddied ditch of condemnation

Idling ethereal essence

Clinging to determinations edge

Whispering wind torn prayers

Last lost breath issues

A final plea for clemency

Drifting into depths

Of umbral numbness

I wake up mourning

in claustrophobic skin

A ray of light

years away from consciousness

Sentenced to systemic nerves

I excavate, inebriated

for the ephemera of abeyance

1Wise-Woman blogs at A Lion Sleep in the Heart of the Brave and A.G. Diedericks is the alternative poet of Sudden Denouement Literary…

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