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Retract

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if i arch my back, just so

you will hear the gutteral crack

of ribs splaying

and thunder peal

confined to a distant canyon

 

observe the blood rivulet flow

tinted crimson

from rhodonite glow

 

did you think of yourself as some indelible mark on my being?

how easily I’ve erased your ochred pigments

from my crumbled cave walls

 

Lascaux?

indeed no

 

you were only the sharpest point of the trident

ending some turgid trilogy of torment

 

so stand back

drop the Finochietto*

little blood, no gore

though you expected more

your surgical precision

met with

phlegmatic derision

 

 

*a type of surgical retractor designed to separate ribs in chest surgery. Named after Argentinian surgeon Enrique Finochietto

57 thoughts on “Retract”

  2. This takes me back to Six Feet Under and it’s tagged under relationships. La mort de l’auteur Diana. But it is articulated well in a very painfully gruesome manner I guess.

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  6. Wow, now that is some very powerful words and imagery 😲, and a wonderfully offputting picture to go along with them. Gory, gruesome and macabre, yet, still somehow beautiful (hmmm, sometimes I wonder if there might be something wrong with me 😅). You are a true wordsmith, able to shape and fold these noises we make deep in our throats into the most beautiful of sculptures.

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  7. I feel the pain evoked through the intricate imagery you put there Diana.
    This is intriguing and alluring and astounding at the same time.
    How wonderfully you have written the hurt and yearning so perfect.

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    1. It’s a little harsh isn’t it? Ouch, my chest is still sore. I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant to bear.
      But the write was worth it to read your wonderful response here, sweet pea! Thankful for your exquisite friendship and loyalty 🌸🌸💕

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  8. Such a powerful piece!!

    How it reveals of a body’s acceptance and acknowledgement of the stains speared on her innocent skin… In … through … and out ….but that doesn’t stop the soul, this body contains, to flourish and heal those wounds with time but keeping the scars intact as a lesson… as a memory… as a reason why she moved on!!

    You are the best Dearest D….!!!!

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    1. And you got some cool attitude there…

      “did you think of yourself as some indelible mark on my being?

      how easily I’ve erased your ochred pigments

      from my crumbled cave walls
      ”

      O my…. ❤ ❤ ❤

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      2. That would make me jump to your dimples and write sonnets on what immense beautiful they are….!!!

        My aquatic heart can breathe forever in those dimples!!

        Want more ? 😛

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    2. It’s so wonderful to know that you fully immerse yourself in my words … there can be no greater praise for a writer. I’m wholly thankful.
      I wanted to convey the weariness of repeated assaults to the heart by poor choices. But the heart fills and beats strong because the scars are not deep in retrospect. All part of the journey we must travel.

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  9. Its idk you left me speechless love. All the others hv said I do agree to. To me most of all its just raw emotions, the past hurt, the now strenghth, the perfect reflection of betrayal from the one you trusted and then the person moving one with head held high. Sayin buddy u thought you break me, well try again… U can’t…. 😜

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    1. You sure feel the bones of this, dear Nancy Bella. It’s about as raw as I can write/expose myself. I’m ever grateful that you stopped by and immersed yourself into my emotional quicksand. Now get back to your study… and kick more a—! 😉🌷💜

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      1. Way to spoil the fun D… Way to go.. Reminding me of how I have yet to study. How could you ne so cruel… I am shedding heaps of crocodile tears right now…

        P. S. – you don’t need to be grateful love. Its an honor to be able to read your thoughts love. You are as pure as your poems. Lov you swty

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      2. Allow me to bring you a handkerchief sweet one, and hold it gently to your tears. And let me make you a warm drink, that will stimulate your intellect. An intellect so bright it can study and write poetry and pay perfect compliments. Luv u too sunshyne xo

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      3. Omg you never cease to amaze me with your responses. Well this scenario seems heavenly. Only if my tears were enough to bring you in frint of me…. But alas! I am blessed to have you in my life anyway thats possible…. Tc dear 😘😘😘

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      5. Well romantic hearts do have an eye to find each other even in distant lands…
        And I am glad to make you smile. Seems like an achievement worth to record.
        Wish you dreams full of all the love and joy you deserve…. 😘😘😘

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  13. Pingback: A tour de force by The Wandering Armadillo! Great imagery and wonderfully visceral! | erichmichaels

    1. Erich! There are likes, there are comments … all wonderful acknowledgments for a wannabe poet like me. But a reblog!! I’m over the moon, dancing a jig and really humbled. Thanks so much!

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