Suzette Richards Poet Other

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The wrist does not rehearse. It is said that by holding a person’s wrist, one can gauge more accurately their state of mind—even judge whether they are telling the truth.

Poetic form: Excire

Excire: A Prosimetrum of Breath and Drift | PoetrySoup.com

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The Seat of Truth

The moth mistakes my bare skin for moonlight—recurring, insistent. Its wings dust the wrist like a forgotten promise, reminding me of a question I never dared ask aloud. I had held his wrist, not his hand. A ghost of a moment playing on loop in my hypnagogic state.

moonlight 
     TrEmBlEs 
on my wrist 
where s i l e n c e nestles 
and my pulse   
     p^u^l^s^e^s
until wings 
forget what F L I G H T meant 
     without aCHe   
          and consequences …

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Paige Hind August 31, 2026 at 6:53 PM again, I am returning to read- what beautiful honesty

Paige Hind August 19, 2025 at 6:05 PM Looks like you're looking for truth, either in someone or yourself, well anyway- I love your writing, it's so beautiful :) a very different poem and concept together Suzette Richards August 19, 2025 at 8:17 PM Thank you, Paige. I like to challenge myself.

Paula Goldsmith August 17, 2025 at 1:22 PM WOW!!! What a creative write you have here with a great picture. Thanks for the note about the wrist. I have never heard that. Have a blessed/lovely day writing away.........