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~waking up wednesday

 

 

 

 

january is quiet

& stars move in slow motion

as if they’re falling asleep above

a half-moon shadow

carved on my bed

 

 

there’s dust on the nightstand

 

 

thick, like overused adjectives

searching for nouns to describe this

emptiness, the way it lies

in the shape of a spiral notebook

that writes the history of us

 

 

how thirty-two seasons together

equals the distance between two pillows

 

 

I swallow another mouthful of darkness

& drown myself in sounds of this night

my writer’s ghosts will visit soon

 

 

& these thin walls are whispering

the forecast calls for snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~waking up wednesday
 
 
 
 
january is quiet
& stars move in slow motion
as if they’re falling asleep above
a half-moon shadow
carved on my bed
 
 
there’s dust on the nightstand
 
 
thick, like overused adjectives
searching for nouns to describe this
emptiness, the way it lies
in the shape of a spiral notebook
that writes the history of us
 
 
how thirty-two seasons together
equals the distance between two pillows
 
 
I swallow another mouthful of darkness
& drown myself in sounds of this night


my writer’s ghosts will visit soon
 
 
& these thin walls are whispering
the forecast calls for snow
 
 
 
 
 
 
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~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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~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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~anonymous

 

 

fifteen thousand

six hundred

sixty-three days

 

 

& I have

nothing left

to give

 

 

you were the

storm

& I was the

waiting

 

 

& I drowned
in the sounds

we made

 

 

inside the

ghost-white

quiet, I

wondered

 

 

did you even

remember

the sinking color

of my eyes?
 

 

 

 

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~anonymous
 
 

fifteen thousand
six hundred
sixty-three days
 
 
& I have
nothing left
to give
 
 
you were the
storm
& I was the
waiting
 
 
& I drowned
in the sounds
we made
 
 
inside the
ghost-white
quiet, I
wondered
 
 
did you even
remember
the sinking color
of my eyes?
 
 
 
 
lah  10.21.11 ©®
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~moving on

 

 

 

it’s unlikely he thinks

of 1988

that beige house on james street

 

how he painted it red

with split lips

how I painted it red

with ink

 

smeared our names together

like over-ripe plums

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Micropoetry
~moving on
 
 
 
it’s unlikely he thinks
of 1988
that beige house on james street
 
how he painted it red
with split lips
how I painted it red
with ink
 
smeared our names together
like over-ripe plums
 
 
 
 
lah  1.23.12 ©®
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~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 ©®
 
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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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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~rote

it's winter & the night smells of smoke

& ache

I'm alone

in a house full of black ink

a thousand miles from here

searching for something that belonged to you

older than an apology

something quiet

like the cadence in caesuras of

february's shifting snow

as white as an empty page

it's always winter & I am not this

when I measure the sound of clouds

moving their darkness like yesterday's words

& when I measure the thickening air

between us by months

by my shadow's long bones

sleeping in a bed of separation

it's the same way I assemble assonance

in a small room with small walls

as it calls out metaphors

until it echoes in my ribs, ghosting

my voice

it's still winter & I remember forgetting

I'm growing older

colder between these sheets

writing you in this poem I pretend to be

& trying to name this grief

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~rote
it's winter & the night smells of smoke
& ache

I'm alone
in a house full of black ink
a thousand miles from here

searching for something that belonged to you
older than an apology
something quiet
like the cadence in caesuras of
february's shifting snow

as white as an empty page

it's always winter & I am not this

when I measure the sound of clouds
moving their darkness like yesterday's words
& when I measure the thickening air
between us by months
by my shadow's long bones
sleeping in a bed of separation

it's the same way I assemble assonance
in a small room with small walls
as it calls out metaphors
until it echoes in my ribs, ghosting
my voice

it's still winter & I remember forgetting

I'm growing older
colder between these sheets
writing you in this poem I pretend to be
& trying to name this grief




lah 2.11.17 ©®
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~secondhand

 

 

 

i.

once we were a melody

 

a slow string of harmonic words

abundant sentences

like flowers in spring

 

our syllables moved wind

to wheat

 

 

 

ii.

mathematically, forgiveness is

a top-heavy relationship

fraction

 

and in the sum of reduction

one becomes whole

while the other, a remainder

 

 

 

iii.

I have assumed the shape of water

of air

 

in a cloud

or a balloon

 

I must be poetry

I am fluid

 

the slow blue leak of

sky or sea or hope

 

I believe it's a sign

maybe a malignancy

a cancer

 

 

 

iv.

heavy is this lifetime that

rains snow

each day colder than the last

but predictable

the way it falls with certainty

and purpose

 

and I feel compelled

to cut up the whiteness

like cocaine

and fill sinuses with misery

or all the color of pocket-stains

 

 

 

v.

and then

yellow streamed through my window

slanted, sideways

 

but I am disabled

 

numb and broken-winged

before the open sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~secondhand
 
 
 
i.
once we were a melody
 
a slow string of harmonic words
abundant sentences
like flowers in spring
 
our syllables moved wind
to wheat
 
 
 
ii.
mathematically, forgiveness is
a top-heavy relationship
fraction
 
and in the sum of reduction
one becomes whole
while the other, a remainder
 
 
 
iii.
I have assumed the shape of water
of air
 
in a cloud
or a balloon
 
I must be poetry
I am fluid
 
the slow blue leak of
sky or sea or hope
 
I believe it's a sign
maybe a malignancy
a cancer
 
 
 
iv.
heavy is this lifetime that
rains snow
each day colder than the last
but predictable
the way it falls with certainty
and purpose
 
and I feel compelled
to cut up the whiteness
like cocaine
and fill sinuses with misery
or all the color of pocket-stains
 
 
 
v.
and then
yellow streamed through my window
slanted, sideways
 
but I am disabled
 
numb and broken-winged
before the open sun
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  6.15.12 ©®
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~divorce

the sun has splintered from

its arc

a hollowing of hindsight, undefined

like backscatter

this is the process of unbecoming

the blueing before the dark edge

rootless in afterthought

as if a tempest of our breathing

this sky is made from tiny wings

of lesser gods

& the silence that follows thunder

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~divorce







the sun has splintered from
its arc
a hollowing of hindsight, undefined
like backscatter


this is the process of unbecoming


the blueing before the dark edge
rootless in afterthought
as if a tempest of our breathing


this sky is made from tiny wings
of lesser gods
& the silence that follows thunder





lah  4.4.16 ©®
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~without shadows

I know I've loved you before

  you were the perfect taste

  bodied in dandelions

  in the late summer air

         you smuggled sunrise

         to the moon's other side

I know I've loved you before

  & I was strong in the stillness

  in bare fields of winter's solstice

  too naked to be cold

         your voice wandered through me

         the echo of our footprints

shame this darkness for what grief

brings the heart

blame its changing beat, bearing the weight

         one last breath, just shy of memory

I know if I loved you then, I'll love you

forever

& if forever is a lonely room

I'll stand in that space you left

         waiting

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~without shadows





I know I've loved you before

  you were the perfect taste
  bodied in dandelions
  in the late summer air
         you smuggled sunrise
         to the moon's other side


I know I've loved you before

  & I was strong in the stillness
  in bare fields of winter's solstice
  too naked to be cold
         your voice wandered through me
         the echo of our footprints


shame this darkness for what grief
brings the heart
blame its changing beat, bearing the weight
         one last breath, just shy of memory
I know if I loved you then, I'll love you
forever


& if forever is a lonely room
I'll stand in that space you left
         waiting









lah  1.18.17
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