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Memoriae: Aqua, Terra, Aer, Ignis (a collaboration)
Water breaks
its neck
falling over
stone gallows
We skimmed pebbles once
imagined they were small
submarines, drowning
We drowned a clipped crow
imagined he was a blued
cot death, rising
Hands touched as we twisted bracken
into effigies of the summer departed,
and it felt like love in a silent film
where eyes forage fingers for meaning
She suggested we become kite
-no strings attached-
the breeze was strong enough
to sink the darkest secrets
Wind rattled through emphysemic copses,
there were old bones in them ponds and
we lay on ossified ground, yet to be truly broken
Grey sunlight flinted
against axe head in the waterfall’s silver,
in the way silence enters a corpse mouth
her face turned shade of gunmetal
unable to verbalise the nights behind dark curtain
Cherish every encounter, for it will never recur
Like the rain sl(u)icing along katana blade
into gutters stained by cherry blossom
Only a feral froth of wild horses
could harness more feeling of memory,
water, eternal,
breaks its neck
fresh water that cures thirst
of the body that trembles
in the wrong bed
in the damn bed
in bed beside the water
liquid force that ties the fists
and pierces the holy skin of almost gods
the dizzy skin of the nearly dead
the open skin of the flagellated martyrs
the fight of water and fire
without truces or flags
the still water that takes the earth tremors
the bonfires of every sabbath
water that takes forever in itself
the steam of bodies that moan
to each other
this infinite water that inhabits us and possesses
our nightmares
our exiles
endless secrets
water that possesses us infinitely
clinging to our necks
From foam rose foal wind
Dream, I once have rehearsed you
these hoarse voids have kept vigil
at each door we stand
entwined by the earliest strands
root deformed from our scalp
cloaked into melodic robe
where minaret cadence
cadavered in gathering light
proclaimed from lustrous lips
Questing ardent ardour
we bleed carnal
knotted hair is freed
into fox and hawk
red tailed trail
broken talons prey
beguiled by
beslowed
sunrise
Ambling water, o’er tiered brow
by whose throat bleeds a
winged choir of unmouth’d voices, droplets
falling
in derelict locutions, from your
pores, as you wake and rise in tremulous
gambols of mercury, quiet tooth
gnaws the unfurled
petal, hips casting sonar wakes
through the tensile surface
skins, you are merciless
supple in form,
Here,
‘neath the slow cloud
shelf, shadows grazing avenues
in temporaneous belt, I
writhe in fever, in tidal
lock of benighted
aches, to dig these
driven nails through
your defenses, in coal red
hungers,
in irreverent sketches,
of circumferenc’d hip,
of lancing
eye,
to bore into your agonized
memories,
to grasp
the tongue of malleable
iron, hidden in the bosom of
of your wreckage,
In this palm, haunted by the unwick’d
fire, this vestigial chemistry
of colloidal
atmosphere, your tepid mouth
mills atom from
mineral,
draped tenderly
as spider
silk,
In the mornings, flotsam
in the wake of this o’er
brimming truth, wheel of
worn belts, lament of Troilus
for words flown like
butterflies of tapered
births, hopes leap in scintillated
scale from cold
brook, from the singing
bowl, struck with
need,
and with cruel, full
intent,
And in the mornings, I rise
and wake, amidst the boning
knives that whisper o’er the
teeth of millennia, rending stone
in hollow channel, I woke
and slept,
Alone, before the blazing
screen, hammering avatars from
keys, wings pinned
to the chalkboard, by these exacting
musical dissections,
lungs buckling o’er every concussed
breath,
And as I rose and woke
in halls of struck halos, settling o’er our
shoulders, in ragged shawl
of aging flesh, cacophonous treads rise
through the rubber threaded
metropolis, shadows retreat
to their inkwell sounding
depths,
As I rose and woke
and woke and slept
its neck
falling over
stone gallows
We skimmed pebbles once
imagined they were small
submarines, drowning
We drowned a clipped crow
imagined he was a blued
cot death, rising
Hands touched as we twisted bracken
into effigies of the summer departed,
and it felt like love in a silent film
where eyes forage fingers for meaning
She suggested we become kite
-no strings attached-
the breeze was strong enough
to sink the darkest secrets
Wind rattled through emphysemic copses,
there were old bones in them ponds and
we lay on ossified ground, yet to be truly broken
Grey sunlight flinted
against axe head in the waterfall’s silver,
in the way silence enters a corpse mouth
her face turned shade of gunmetal
unable to verbalise the nights behind dark curtain
Cherish every encounter, for it will never recur
Like the rain sl(u)icing along katana blade
into gutters stained by cherry blossom
Only a feral froth of wild horses
could harness more feeling of memory,
water, eternal,
breaks its neck
fresh water that cures thirst
of the body that trembles
in the wrong bed
in the damn bed
in bed beside the water
liquid force that ties the fists
and pierces the holy skin of almost gods
the dizzy skin of the nearly dead
the open skin of the flagellated martyrs
the fight of water and fire
without truces or flags
the still water that takes the earth tremors
the bonfires of every sabbath
water that takes forever in itself
the steam of bodies that moan
to each other
this infinite water that inhabits us and possesses
our nightmares
our exiles
endless secrets
water that possesses us infinitely
clinging to our necks
From foam rose foal wind
Dream, I once have rehearsed you
these hoarse voids have kept vigil
at each door we stand
entwined by the earliest strands
root deformed from our scalp
cloaked into melodic robe
where minaret cadence
cadavered in gathering light
proclaimed from lustrous lips
Questing ardent ardour
we bleed carnal
knotted hair is freed
into fox and hawk
red tailed trail
broken talons prey
beguiled by
beslowed
sunrise
Ambling water, o’er tiered brow
by whose throat bleeds a
winged choir of unmouth’d voices, droplets
falling
in derelict locutions, from your
pores, as you wake and rise in tremulous
gambols of mercury, quiet tooth
gnaws the unfurled
petal, hips casting sonar wakes
through the tensile surface
skins, you are merciless
supple in form,
Here,
‘neath the slow cloud
shelf, shadows grazing avenues
in temporaneous belt, I
writhe in fever, in tidal
lock of benighted
aches, to dig these
driven nails through
your defenses, in coal red
hungers,
in irreverent sketches,
of circumferenc’d hip,
of lancing
eye,
to bore into your agonized
memories,
to grasp
the tongue of malleable
iron, hidden in the bosom of
of your wreckage,
In this palm, haunted by the unwick’d
fire, this vestigial chemistry
of colloidal
atmosphere, your tepid mouth
mills atom from
mineral,
draped tenderly
as spider
silk,
In the mornings, flotsam
in the wake of this o’er
brimming truth, wheel of
worn belts, lament of Troilus
for words flown like
butterflies of tapered
births, hopes leap in scintillated
scale from cold
brook, from the singing
bowl, struck with
need,
and with cruel, full
intent,
And in the mornings, I rise
and wake, amidst the boning
knives that whisper o’er the
teeth of millennia, rending stone
in hollow channel, I woke
and slept,
Alone, before the blazing
screen, hammering avatars from
keys, wings pinned
to the chalkboard, by these exacting
musical dissections,
lungs buckling o’er every concussed
breath,
And as I rose and woke
in halls of struck halos, settling o’er our
shoulders, in ragged shawl
of aging flesh, cacophonous treads rise
through the rubber threaded
metropolis, shadows retreat
to their inkwell sounding
depths,
As I rose and woke
and woke and slept
Published 7th May 2023
Author's Note
This was written collaboratively by Strangeways_Rob, PAR, Rianne and myself. It is an honor and a privilege to write with such beautiful souls and feel our voices harmonize. The title is Latin for Memories: Water, Earth, Air and Fire. I wanted to boil it down to the base elements that each individual combined section is drawing from.
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Anonymous
- Edited 2nd Jul 2023 5:45pm
7th May 2023 9:52pm
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8th May 2023 00:54am
Thank you, it took me a while to find the thread after receiving the sections from the others but I feel like the final combination was wonderful.
7th May 2023 10:02pm
Freaking love this collab, the metaphors are off the freaking chain in this and you all merge into one like a magic number box. This is to dang tight
8th May 2023 00:55am
8th May 2023 2:44am
Holy fuck! You four just created a cosmic breach and baby nebulas are being birthed through that shit.
I echo IIM, the metaphors. Omg! The imagery. The well executed anaphoric structure and the glorious weaving of visceral structures. Even visually this ebbed and flowed like a wave over a cliff.
Really gorgeous work.
I echo IIM, the metaphors. Omg! The imagery. The well executed anaphoric structure and the glorious weaving of visceral structures. Even visually this ebbed and flowed like a wave over a cliff.
Really gorgeous work.
I'm glad you appreciated the use of reworded repeat threaded throughout, it was what I intended to keep it on theme in my section and I felt the others did an incredible job in theirs as well. You have a wonderful eye for technique, which becomes organic through fluid usage, over time.
I'd recommend checking out the writings of the 3 people I wrote this with if you haven't already. Rob has haunting presence, incredible ability to imbue succinct visual images with depth of feeling, I think of him as the underground sea. PAR has an earthy soul of intimacy and violence something like Neruda to me. Rianne is like air, a prophetess who communes with the spirit of nature and celestial and denudes them for being one in the same.
I'd recommend checking out the writings of the 3 people I wrote this with if you haven't already. Rob has haunting presence, incredible ability to imbue succinct visual images with depth of feeling, I think of him as the underground sea. PAR has an earthy soul of intimacy and violence something like Neruda to me. Rianne is like air, a prophetess who communes with the spirit of nature and celestial and denudes them for being one in the same.
10th May 2023 10:11pm
I am so proud to be associated with the great poet Pablo Neruda. Terra is a power element to be compared to. Thank you Daniel. This collaboration made me feel so happy I can hardly say anything.
Let's keep doing it over and over again.
Let's keep doing it over and over again.
8th May 2023 6:39am
Dear D,
This beauty of this piece doesn’t surprise me at all. The talent between the four of you explodes throughout each stanza. This is a wonderful collaborative piece that is such a fabulous example of showcasing creativity and the beauty of such kind hearts. H🌷
This beauty of this piece doesn’t surprise me at all. The talent between the four of you explodes throughout each stanza. This is a wonderful collaborative piece that is such a fabulous example of showcasing creativity and the beauty of such kind hearts. H🌷
10th May 2023 3:20am
Thank you Lady H, I always have a warm and welcoming feeling whenever I see a comment from you, on my writing or anyones. You've been such a consistent force of kind energy. Collaborations are fun and I definitely like getting new people in the mix, so anyone interested please feel free to reach out.
Anonymous
- Edited 29th May 2023 7:45am
8th May 2023 12:15pm
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10th May 2023 3:22am
Always a pleasure and an honor my friend. It took me a while to find the inspiration, but when I got there, it was a torrent.
8th May 2023 7:00pm
Awesome talents, I'm sent to that euphoric literature nirvana place, that good poetry transports one to...
On first read, intimidating.
On second read, more intimidating.
Third read..... it's starting to reveal itself to a muggle like me.
Ye are brilliant. Be proud of your abilities. I am a big fan.
Regards,
BITS
On first read, intimidating.
On second read, more intimidating.
Third read..... it's starting to reveal itself to a muggle like me.
Ye are brilliant. Be proud of your abilities. I am a big fan.
Regards,
BITS
10th May 2023 3:21am
lol I felt like Rob started us in a really warm, soulful place with this piece and everyone did a wonderful job keeping it in that energetic place, something intimate, something organic and cosmic.
10th May 2023 12:59pm
This is an excellent collaboration all of you. I can definitely see the distinct styles of all of the writers here. Correct me if I’m wrong but I think Rianne is first, the Rob, Par, then you. Beautiful work.
13th May 2023 2:32pm
Rob went first, then Paulo, then Rianne. Thank you! It was fun writing together. Let me know if you'd like to do another one down the line.
10th May 2023 4:08pm
Amazing collaboration. I've read it a few times and at the risk of being an echo . . I'll just add that this is superbly beautiful
🦋
JeJe
🦋
JeJe
13th May 2023 2:33pm
10th May 2023 10:01pm
Thank you all for the words about the epic work this turned to be. I am a fan of the poets here and being able to write with you is just a bless to me! Thank you Daniel, thank you Rianne, thank you Rob... For your kindness. Love and admiration from me to you.
13th May 2023 2:33pm
13th May 2023 2:53am
I have always been in awe of your thoughts and how you lay them out there for the world to see. Im honored to be here to read this. much love to you and your brilliant thoughts. <3
13th May 2023 2:34pm
24th Jun 2023 7:16pm
Excellent work. Collaborating with Paulo, Rob and Rianne must've been interesting and exciting.
