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~reconciliation

 

 

 

 

 

 

imagine surrender

 

     as white as truce

     as white as truth

 

 

from the attic

I pull down the stars

for you

     like fireflies in a jar of night

 

 

darkness dissolves our scars

suffocates our segregation

 

manipulates the distance

between us

as it salts the sheets

of our waiting bed

 

 

& we become the unstill

 

 

a blue crush of shadows

in a half-naked room

bending, writhing

against the skin of a musky moon

 

 

     come into me

 

    

as if you were wind

     stealing my breath

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~reconciliation
 
 
 
 
 
 
imagine surrender
 
     as white as truce
     as white as truth
 
 
from the attic
I pull down the stars
for you
     like fireflies in a jar of night
 
 
darkness dissolves our scars
suffocates our segregation
 
manipulates the distance
between us
as it salts the sheets
of our waiting bed
 
 
& we become the unstill
 
 
a blue crush of shadows
in a half-naked room
bending, writhing
against the skin of a musky moon
 
 
     come into me
 
    
as if you were wind
     stealing my breath










lah 6.18.17 ©®
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~disorientation

 

 

 

 

 

ask me again

why the wounds

hold me here

like clots

& bruises

of another

ruined sky

with its

sharp edges

& its palette

of blackbirds

its long reach

of darkness

ask me again

why I cling

to the thunder

rioting the night

why I cling on

the edge of tremble

as ghosts look

straight through

the page where

this poem breaks

another mirror

because I will

write you seven

years in a language 

of stolen phrases

& forget-me-nots

as I tally fourteen

years of warning

signs in the way

knuckles & needles

have drawn a clef

of scars on

my bluing skin

in this space

between clouds

where I measure

the air & the

falling rain

as I plant my

suffering like

a promise in

a thicket that

waits to sprout

its roots in snow

to bristle the nest

in a branching pine

& crawl through

the wind stealing

my breath so

you can climb

the ladder of

my fractured ribs

wiggle like a worm

to a soft red apple

& fill the pretty

little holes in my

heart with wet matches

& hand-rolled

cigarettes

because you hate

everything you love

& my eyes taste

what we've broken

peppered with

salt to melt

the frost on

my bare feet

standing in

this puddle of ink

staining just beneath

my freckled flesh

with veins collapsed

from the sludge

with a throat

so full of hunger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  6.11.17 ○

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~disorientation
 
 
 
 
 
ask me again
why the wounds
hold me here
like clots
& bruises
of another
ruined sky
with its
sharp edges
& its palette
of blackbirds
its long reach
of darkness
ask me again
why I cling
to the thunder
rioting the night
why I cling on
the edge of tremble
as ghosts look
straight through
the page where
this poem breaks
another mirror
because I will
write you seven
years in a language 
of stolen phrases
& forget-me-nots
as I tally fourteen
years of warning
signs in the way
knuckles & needles
have drawn a clef
of scars on
my bluing skin
in this space
between clouds
where I measure
the air & the
falling rain
as I plant my
suffering like
a promise in
a thicket that
waits to sprout
its roots in snow
to bristle the nest
in a branching pine
& crawl through
the wind stealing
my breath so
you can climb
the ladder of
my fractured ribs
wiggle like a worm
to a soft red apple
& fill the pretty
little holes in my
heart with wet matches
& hand-rolled
cigarettes
because you hate
everything you love
& my eyes taste
what we've broken
peppered with
salt to melt
the frost on
my bare feet
standing in
this puddle of ink
staining just beneath
my freckled flesh
with veins collapsed
from the sludge
with a throat
so full of hunger
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  6.11.17 ○
#poetry  #reflection  #love  #relationships  #pain  #sadness  #breakups  #retrospection 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~nine days into august

soon again comes morning

& mourning comes

this day is

another day

is another shade of blue

after years of grieving, still

remains the grief

& everything about me 

is a pause, a comma

in a poem I am always

writing

about a wound that sunlight

can't heal 

another day

listening to the curtains lift

listening to the flowers bloom

loosening my wings

for flight

lah  6.9.17 ○

In loving memory of my son, JonThomas, 8-9-07

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~nine days into august
soon again comes morning
& mourning comes

this day is
another day
is another shade of blue

after years of grieving, still
remains the grief
& everything about me 
is a pause, a comma
in a poem I am always
writing
about a wound that sunlight
can't heal 

another day
listening to the curtains lift
listening to the flowers bloom

loosening my wings
for flight









lah  6.9.17 ○

In loving memory of my son, JonThomas, 8-9-07
#poetry  #death  #grief  #loss  #sadness 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~nine days into august

soon again comes morning

& mourning comes

this day is

another day

is another shade of blue

after years of grieving, still

remains the grief

& everything about me 

is a pause, a comma

in a poem I am always

writing

about a wound that sunlight

can't heal 

another day

listening to the curtains lift

listening to the flowers bloom

loosening my wings

for flight

lah  6.9.17 ○

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~nine days into august
soon again comes morning
& mourning comes

this day is
another day
is another shade of blue

after years of grieving, still
remains the grief
& everything about me 
is a pause, a comma
in a poem I am always
writing
about a wound that sunlight
can't heal 

another day
listening to the curtains lift
listening to the flowers bloom

loosening my wings
for flight









lah  6.9.17 ○


#poetry  #death  #grief  #loss  #sadness 
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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 ©®

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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

lah 5.14.17©®

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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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~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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~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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