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~nascence

 

 

 

come now

with your needs

curtsey to the

hunger

the way the sea

lies parallel

to the sky

 

 

wear your arms outstretched

for the salvation

of water

become curved against

the soft blue hush

of resuscitation

 

 

spring lives

on the other side

of the high window

 

 

rebirth nests in

clouds

 

 

a featherbed of comfort

& a collection of wings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~nascence
 
 
 
come now
with your needs


curtsey to the
hunger
the way the sea
lies parallel
to the sky
 
 
wear your arms outstretched
for the salvation
of water
become curved against
the soft blue hush
of resuscitation
 
 
spring lives
on the other side
of the high window
 
 
rebirth nests in
clouds
 
 
a featherbed of comfort
& a collection of wings
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  7.26.12 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #spring  #emotional 
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~undertone

there are so many quiet words

to explain the way

I fall like snow

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Micropoetry
~undertone






there are so many quiet words
to explain the way


I fall like snow
 
 
 
 
 
lah  2.20.12 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #thoughts  #personal  #micropoetry  #introspection  #emptiness  #depression  #quiet  #retrospection 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~unremembering

this you should know

it's almost march

& I'm becoming bluer

as restless as a verb

forgotten by the wind

    too sacred for

    the telling

how little I remember

of months with no corners

the similarities of secondhand

smoke

    & shadows sewn

    into scars

this naked wreckage

    my eyes, full of water

                  full of ink

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~unremembering





this you should know


it's almost march
& I'm becoming bluer

as restless as a verb
forgotten by the wind
    too sacred for
    the telling

how little I remember
of months with no corners

the similarities of secondhand
smoke
    & shadows sewn
    into scars

this naked wreckage

    my eyes, full of water
                  full of ink









lah  2.20.17  ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #marriage  #introspection  #pain  #sadness  #goodbyes  #divorce  #separation 
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~expostulate

 

 

 

 

 

notice the nicotine stains on

his fingers, his teeth

 

as if a high school cigarette

she should have snuffed at

sixteen

 

 

 

he's eight hours late

and has too many lies

combed through his hair

too many songs tucked

in his back pocket

 

and he stands there

old black eyes, dulled

like lightbulbs

burnt out by the storm

 

 

 

she's sober as an empty

shot glass when

she unbuttons her skin

 

hangs it in the symmetry

of shadows

beside last april and two

blue raincoats

 

 

 

this wet night will vibrate in

her hand but the cold will

suit her fine

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~expostulate
 
 
 
 
 
notice the nicotine stains on
his fingers, his teeth
 
as if a high school cigarette
she should have snuffed at
sixteen
 
 
 
he's eight hours late
and has too many lies
combed through his hair
too many songs tucked
in his back pocket
 
and he stands there
old black eyes, dulled
like lightbulbs
burnt out by the storm
 
 
 
she's sober as an empty
shot glass when
she unbuttons her skin
 
hangs it in the symmetry
of shadows
beside last april and two
blue raincoats
 
 
 
this wet night will vibrate in
her hand but the cold will
suit her fine
 
 
 
 
 
lah 2.18.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #drugs  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #alcoholism  #divorce  #separation 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~wingspan

 

 

 

 

there are birds inside the wall

 

 

listen

to the rhythm of feathers flapping

like rumors of small hollow bodies

and their desperate chirping need

to be free

 

 

I can't unbutton the drywall

or paint it a bold color of

escape

 

 

but I try to explain that I'm

addicted to a certain kind of

sad

and maybe we all hide behind

the same corner

 

 

if this were elsewhere

a different canvas, a different life

we could fly together

experience the rain

and become intimate with

the outside storm

 

 

as if there never was a wall

after all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~wingspan
 
 
 
 
there are birds inside the wall
 
 
listen
to the rhythm of feathers flapping
like rumors of small hollow bodies
and their desperate chirping need
to be free
 
 
I can't unbutton the drywall
or paint it a bold color of
escape
 
 
but I try to explain that I'm
addicted to a certain kind of
sad
and maybe we all hide behind
the same corner
 
 
if this were elsewhere
a different canvas, a different life
we could fly together
experience the rain
and become intimate with
the outside storm
 
 
as if there never was a wall
after all
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  6.18.12 ©®
 
#poetry  #reflection  #relationships  #marriage  #introspection  #pain  #sadness  #divorce  #separation 
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~notes on reconciliation

 

 

 

 

 

I imagined we were asleep

 

 

still unpaired

or perhaps unprepared

and aching to be lost in

a dream

 

 

quiet while the air moved

between us

 

 

unaware that forgiveness is

a red wall

with no windows

and the only way to see out

is to look within

and emerge like an august sun

full of warmth

 

 

to breathe together

and move together

in a moment

 

 

the way our lips trembled the words

like water

soft blue streams that pulled

what was left in the right direction

so we could find our way

back to each other

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~notes on reconciliation
 
 
 
 
 
I imagined we were asleep
 
 
still unpaired
or perhaps unprepared
and aching to be lost in
a dream
 
 
quiet while the air moved
between us
 
 
unaware that forgiveness is
a red wall
with no windows
and the only way to see out
is to look within
and emerge like an august sun
full of warmth
 
 
to breathe together
and move together
in a moment
 
 
the way our lips trembled the words
like water
soft blue streams that pulled
what was left in the right direction
so we could find our way
back to each other
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  7.26.12 ©®
#poetry  #life  #reflection  #love  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #marriage  #introspection  #divorce  #separation  #retrospection 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Philosophy

~undefined metaphors

january makes me too bitter

for poetry, the way it

stings a menthol-cool vapor

like rubbing alcohol in

a childhood memory, a reminder

as I hibernate under a blanket

of empty white pages &

let the words accumulate

like regrets

or maybe truths

& dirty snow

deep with resentment

the exhales of handless clocks

or grey scribbles on

an unpainted wall

with nine nailholes

crooked & discriminatory

where darkness is like

gelatinous glass reflections

pulled to dim porch lights

because winter is open-mouthed

& the rebellion of

march resides next door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  1.23.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Philosophy
~undefined metaphors





january makes me too bitter
for poetry, the way it
stings a menthol-cool vapor
like rubbing alcohol in
a childhood memory, a reminder
as I hibernate under a blanket
of empty white pages &
let the words accumulate
like regrets
or maybe truths
& dirty snow
deep with resentment
the exhales of handless clocks
or grey scribbles on
an unpainted wall
with nine nailholes
crooked & discriminatory
where darkness is like
gelatinous glass reflections
pulled to dim porch lights
because winter is open-mouthed
& the rebellion of
march resides next door
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  1.23.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #emptiness  #winter  #sadness  #writersblock  #retrospection  #SomethingAboutNothing 
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~camouflaging ghostsmoke

 

 

 

 

 

winter

 

 

pine-scented wind

carries an effervescence

of evergreen

 

     and I ache to come in

     from the cold

 

     to climb back between

crisp sheets and heavy blankets

and sip sugared tea

 

curl into pages of the poem

I slept with last night

 

 

 

 

spring

 

 

his breath smells of hand-rolled

cigarettes

and my skin was like dogwood, fully

in bloom

 

     the clouds are dripping honey

 

and hummingbirds have forgotten how to

     fly

 

 

 

summer

 

 

rain sprinkles the cotton t-shirts

snapping on the neighbor's

clothesline

 

it's the coming of another angry

sky

 

and june's mock-orange already

fears the fall

     - her delicate pale petals

 

 

 

autumn

 

 

the horizon is unwashed

     dingy in its raw ash

 

leaves are burned out now, disheveled

losing their grip

 

this northdriven wind spits at my face

as if it wishes to grab me by the throat

 

      and steal away my voice

 

 

 

 

 

lah  3.20.14 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~camouflaging ghostsmoke
 
 
 
 
 
winter
 
 
pine-scented wind
carries an effervescence
of evergreen
 
     and I ache to come in
     from the cold
 
     to climb back between
crisp sheets and heavy blankets
and sip sugared tea
 
curl into pages of the poem
I slept with last night
 
 
 
 
spring
 
 
his breath smells of hand-rolled
cigarettes
and my skin was like dogwood, fully
in bloom
 
     the clouds are dripping honey
 
and hummingbirds have forgotten how to
     fly
 
 
 
summer
 
 
rain sprinkles the cotton t-shirts
snapping on the neighbor's
clothesline
 
it's the coming of another angry
sky
 
and june's mock-orange already
fears the fall
     - her delicate pale petals
 
 
 
autumn
 
 
the horizon is unwashed
     dingy in its raw ash
 
leaves are burned out now, disheveled
losing their grip
 
this northdriven wind spits at my face
as if it wishes to grab me by the throat
 
      and steal away my voice
 
 
 
 
 
lah  3.20.14 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #change  #seasons  #introspection  #retrospection  #vignettes 
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~pea soup

late september settles, salt-white

ghostly canopies, born of sky

blur in the periphery like muffled lake notes

folding underwater;  the air, too thin

the listening rain knows

lah  7.7.15 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~pea soup
late september settles, salt-white


ghostly canopies, born of sky
blur in the periphery like muffled lake notes
folding underwater;  the air, too thin


the listening rain knows









lah  7.7.15 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #introspection  #fog  #beforetherain 
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~identifying the variants

 

 

small moments perch

with dignity, like cardinals

 

 

their proud bleeding souls

on a half-dead branch

assimilating the cold

 

 

poised in their own particular

grief 

 

 

snowlight pierces

a pinhole in this curtain

exposes the backside

of winter

          a crack in february's wall 

 

 

a small stream of light

squints

collects in the corner

with weighted words 

 

 

a blinding blur between

grieving language

          and the poetics of birds

 

 

this darkness knows nothing

of the sun

its laboring simile of

rebirth

 

 

the soft curve

of a shadow's presence

 

 

 

lah  2.3.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~identifying the variants
 
 
small moments perch
with dignity, like cardinals
 
 
their proud bleeding souls
on a half-dead branch
assimilating the cold
 
 
poised in their own particular
grief 
 
 
snowlight pierces
a pinhole in this curtain
exposes the backside
of winter
          a crack in february's wall 
 
 
a small stream of light
squints
collects in the corner
with weighted words 
 
 
a blinding blur between
grieving language
          and the poetics of birds
 
 
this darkness knows nothing
of the sun
its laboring simile of
rebirth
 
 
the soft curve
of a shadow's presence
 
 
 
lah  2.3.17 ©®
#poetry  #death  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #grief  #introspection  #understanding  #pain  #sadness  #mourning  #relection 
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