Author Archives: Eric

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic

Brute – Eric Syrdal

Originally posted on Whisper and the Roar:
? This is something I need to write while the fire of anger is in my heart In these later years of my life I have learned to let go of anger more…

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Sovereignty…

She stood there against the painted backdrop the western horizon and a sky on fire blushing with red heat She could not have been more beautiful to me then A Goddess at the edge of Armageddon the wind tossed her … Continue reading

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Encoded…

When did you fall dear Delores? Did you split the earth with your heart? Did you crash boiling hot in the ocean? Did the impact leave any marks? Did they find you on the shore in the morning? Did they … Continue reading

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Demolition…

The wind rose up from the face of the ocean with a razor sharp sting that made our eyes water a veil for the tears already bubbling at the surface the zephyr ran its slender fingers through her hair like … Continue reading

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Kings over Queens…

A pop and a brief smell of sulfur I bring the match to the end of the cigar draw in the air tip glows cherry red shake out the flame flick of my free hand discard the match with its … Continue reading

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Involuntary Response…

Sitting here with her inside the corona of her star It is impossible for my heart to freeze Nor can shadows loom long upon my doorstep Despair is vanquished by the flaming blade of her firebrand smile and troubling thoughts … Continue reading

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Still Life…

Chin up Eyes down and hold it the light is perfect Sometimes I wonder how she can direct me so casually Don’t look at the camera But I know her brown eyes are behind the lens Watching me anticipating my … Continue reading

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Semantics…

She had a hard life and he admired her tenacity and spirit: A roiling tempest behind her eyes it bestowed upon her the pale shadow of a fallen angel A sorrowful beauty my heart could not unsee He was so … Continue reading

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Half light…

And so I know, that night is my brother If not for he fire would be legend and never would I have gotten to see the beauty in her eyes by candlelight nor would there be cause for these velvet … Continue reading

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Bits of Light…

Her hair against the canvas of her skin was a cascade of sunlight down the wall of a temple it sang of beauty and light and the endless waves of golden wheat fields across the wide plains of my home … Continue reading

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