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~apart

I know

what went

missing

his mouth

swallowing

my mouth

biting my

tongue

squeezing

the ink

that settles

in the bent

parts of me

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~apart





I know
what went
missing



his mouth
swallowing
my mouth
biting my
tongue
squeezing
the ink
that settles
in the bent
parts of me






lah 5.15.17 ©®
#poetry  #love  #memories  #sensual 
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~unrest

come different, the same storm again

past tense of wind

tightening the rain on a dark house

where days turn into rooms with

long windows

where long moments suffocate

an unnoticed woman

as the light echoes sharp & spineless

deep in the periphery

dust settles the way plum blossoms

fell like haiku, candling the wax

of the poem unwritten & pinned to the skin

nine weeks north, sooner the shade thickens

to hold the shadows under the leaves

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~unrest
come different, the same storm again
past tense of wind
tightening the rain on a dark house
where days turn into rooms with
long windows
where long moments suffocate
an unnoticed woman
as the light echoes sharp & spineless
deep in the periphery
dust settles the way plum blossoms
fell like haiku, candling the wax
of the poem unwritten & pinned to the skin
nine weeks north, sooner the shade thickens
to hold the shadows under the leaves






lah 5.14.17©®
#poetry  #relationships  #memories  #personal  #sadness  #depression  #painful 
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~storm

 

 

 

the pitch of night is sweating me

again.

 

& I remember

 

how he strangled the light

from june

 

I remember the way he grunted

adjectives

&

the angle he spread my hip

sockets

&

how my breath bounced off

the stubble of his long

voice

 

& he's an anathema at the back of

my throat

I still can't allow myself

to swallow

 

a collection of black & blue reflections

that stare at me, echo in

my mirror

 

I try to pry myself from this wreckage I keep

bandaged like wounds

that won't heal

 

 

I see his face on the street, wearing the skin

of other men

& I wonder if my body will always

remember

what my mind will never

forget

 

or if one day my name might

break open

so all the colors of the storm

escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  5.7.17 ©

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~storm
 
 
 
the pitch of night is sweating me
again.
 
& I remember
 
how he strangled the light
from june
 
I remember the way he grunted
adjectives
&
the angle he spread my hip
sockets
&
how my breath bounced off
the stubble of his long
voice
 
& he's an anathema at the back of
my throat
I still can't allow myself
to swallow
 
a collection of black & blue reflections
that stare at me, echo in
my mirror
 
I try to pry myself from this wreckage I keep
bandaged like wounds
that won't heal
 
 
I see his face on the street, wearing the skin
of other men
& I wonder if my body will always
remember
what my mind will never
forget
 
or if one day my name might
break open
so all the colors of the storm
escape
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  5.7.17 ©
#poetry  #life  #reflection  #memories  #sad  #pain  #anxiety  #depression  #abuse  #rape 
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~diagnosis dementia

this is the linger

           the roam

the slow fade of grey

matter

          & all that matters

unbalancing the nuance

of pause

a hyphen that rivals two words

like bookends

          an epigram

in the unnamed wind

          a hologram

that holds no color at all

this is the leaning barn

          the steeping tea

the aftermath of winter

to the juniper

          forgetting the fall

this is the wait

the way white clings on oleander

& its orphaned memories

& this

this defies the uncoupling

this becomes the distance of reach

in changing seasons

          the love of two hands

as if they could ever possibly anchor

the direction the moon

drifts

lah 4.18.17 ©

in dedication to some dear friends facing this disease.

I believe love conquers all.

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Written by InkArtist
~diagnosis dementia
this is the linger

           the roam


the slow fade of grey
matter

          & all that matters

unbalancing the nuance
of pause

a hyphen that rivals two words
like bookends

          an epigram
in the unnamed wind
          a hologram
that holds no color at all



this is the leaning barn

          the steeping tea


the aftermath of winter
to the juniper

          forgetting the fall


this is the wait

the way white clings on oleander
& its orphaned memories



& this



this defies the uncoupling

this becomes the distance of reach
in changing seasons

          the love of two hands

as if they could ever possibly anchor
the direction the moon
drifts









lah 4.18.17 ©

in dedication to some dear friends facing this disease.
I believe love conquers all.
#poetry  #love  #sadness  #hope  #disease 
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~u & i

pronouns hang in the hollow

of my throat

          trapped vowels, too hard

          to pronounce

lah 4.4.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Micropoetry
~u & i
pronouns hang in the hollow
of my throat


          trapped vowels, too hard
          to pronounce









lah 4.4.17 ©®
#poetry  #love  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal 
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~esoteric

notice the stillness

     of water

how it carries us along

its softened edges

     holds us in 

     its fragile depths

the lull of a lonely lake

& its blue mood

     wet with reasons

lah  4.3.17 ©

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~esoteric
notice the stillness
     of water
how it carries us along
its softened edges
     holds us in 
     its fragile depths

the lull of a lonely lake
& its blue mood
     wet with reasons









lah  4.3.17 ©
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #thoughts  #personal 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~obscurity

just beyond summer, it's

soundless

   like old love & lightning

how many months to remember?

how many whispers?

  warm pinks & spread wings

the way she bends the sun's distance

between a tender curl

of leaf-sprout

& a brief flowering

his touch, as quiet as nightfall

soft ground on the cusp

of evening

   an indecent, unblanketing wind

the dimming ache

  her hips

  belonging to the shape

  of moonlight

lah  7.7.15 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~obscurity





just beyond summer, it's
soundless
   like old love & lightning

how many months to remember?
how many whispers?
  warm pinks & spread wings

the way she bends the sun's distance
between a tender curl
of leaf-sprout
& a brief flowering

his touch, as quiet as nightfall

soft ground on the cusp
of evening
   an indecent, unblanketing wind

the dimming ache

  her hips
  belonging to the shape
  of moonlight









lah  7.7.15 ©®
#romance  #poetry  #life  #reflection  #love  #thoughts  #personal  #seduction 
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~the color of a metaphor

wind is half-lost in a meadow

    where bloodroot opens

    after the night-flowering

it happens too slowly to notice

this perfect moment

carved into dawn

      of branch & wing

      old notes & rainwater     

how the dew settles

to needles of pine

like drugs for an addict

like unsaid words

of poems I wish I had written

    or the language

    of small birds

    a thousand miles

    from now

lah  4. 2. 17 ©

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~the color of a metaphor
wind is half-lost in a meadow
    where bloodroot opens
    after the night-flowering


it happens too slowly to notice
this perfect moment
carved into dawn
      of branch & wing
      old notes & rainwater     
how the dew settles
to needles of pine
like drugs for an addict


like unsaid words
of poems I wish I had written
    or the language
    of small birds
    a thousand miles
    from now










lah  4. 2. 17 ©
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #thoughts  #metaphor 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~little wife lies

 

 

 

 

 

diary pages smell

like stale silk sheets

a marriage of dirty, wilted petals

& a dying summer

 

but she enjoys the chill

of winter more

 

the thrill of carving lines in snow

always makes her wet

as she spins like a half-lit star

on a northern dance floor

 

she is an august lemon, heavy with juice

 

& he cums in the shape of a god

as she worships

his dark night sky

 

her fingers find the form of his hips

& she falls away to yesterday’s knees

unzips wanting lips

to write throaty sighs on the shadow

of his thighs

 

her mouth opens

to hot silk milk of his veins

pulsing against

another strange headboard

another interstate motel

 

her nails trail the length of him

stretching to read his punctuated skin

remembering his braille spine

as she runs her tongue over

the curve of his moon

 

& swallows each

secret

endless

moaning

echo

 

then slips away
 

 

 

 

his salt, still on her lips when she kisses

her husband

goodnight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  10.13.11 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~little wife lies
 
 
 
 
 
diary pages smell
like stale silk sheets
a marriage of dirty, wilted petals
& a dying summer
 
but she enjoys the chill
of winter more
 
the thrill of carving lines in snow
always makes her wet
as she spins like a half-lit star
on a northern dance floor
 
she is an august lemon, heavy with juice
 
& he cums in the shape of a god
as she worships
his dark night sky
 
her fingers find the form of his hips
& she falls away to yesterday’s knees
unzips wanting lips
to write throaty sighs on the shadow
of his thighs
 
her mouth opens
to hot silk milk of his veins
pulsing against
another strange headboard
another interstate motel
 
her nails trail the length of him
stretching to read his punctuated skin
remembering his braille spine
as she runs her tongue over
the curve of his moon
 
& swallows each
secret
endless
moaning
echo
 
then slips away
 
 
 
 
his salt, still on her lips when she kisses
her husband
goodnight
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  10.13.11 ©®
#poetry  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #cheating  #seductive  #sensual  #affair 
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~cold roots

i.

I smiled once, in a photograph

ii.

somewhere, thunder is stranded

in a squall of clouds

waiting

          like an afterthought

          or the burden of shadows

          yet to fall

rain jewels the periphery

          curses the storm

          that brought you here

iii.

& so what if

I'm rain-drunk

dancing barefoot

shivering like

a virgin with

a tickle crawling

through my veins

the same as what

salt does to ice

          old words melting

          into new poetry

iv.

observe the crocus

pushing away the innocence

of new march snow

leaving its blood-red stain

in the budding

rising like sin from preying hands

v.

in the last season, as the sun sits low & late

bury the all of me

          bone & ash

                    smoke & secrets

lah 4.1.17 ©

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~cold roots
i.

I smiled once, in a photograph


ii.

somewhere, thunder is stranded
in a squall of clouds

waiting
          like an afterthought

          or the burden of shadows
          yet to fall

rain jewels the periphery
          curses the storm
          that brought you here


iii.

& so what if
I'm rain-drunk
dancing barefoot
shivering like
a virgin with
a tickle crawling
through my veins
the same as what
salt does to ice

          old words melting
          into new poetry


iv.

observe the crocus
pushing away the innocence
of new march snow
leaving its blood-red stain
in the budding

rising like sin from preying hands



v.

in the last season, as the sun sits low & late
bury the all of me

          bone & ash

                    smoke & secrets












lah 4.1.17 ©
#poetry  #reflection  #pain  #sadness  #vignettes 
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