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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~calculating who I am

I am one alone

the sum of two

divided

the subtraction of

together

a fraction of a

whole

I am the remainder

lah  5.20.11 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~calculating who I am
I am one alone


the sum of two
divided


the subtraction of
together


a fraction of a
whole



I am the remainder
















lah  5.20.11 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #marriage  #micropoetry  #sadness  #goodbyes  #divorce  #mathmaticalequation 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Stream of Consciousness

~drowning in the backwater

touch is a ritual

not a metaphor

it's a drunken migration

through my backyard

where the groundwater burns

where the air surrounding us

is mouthless & borrowing time

like circles of voices

bending echoes in the

unrelenting black

but as an aging mirror listens with

the trees

there is nothing more to hear

because the wind that was here

is gone

because hours long

night is dead verbs in an

uncrowded room

made of rain, made of breath

as we archive the scents of our ghosts

& I curl into a comma

my fingers are wet-knots of ink

with the burden of words

my body remembering when your body

was like summer & I was

an iris, unfolding

but now this bed shakes thunder

from a chimera sky

this bed is

heavy with bruised plums

heavy with you

lah  2.27.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Stream of Consciousness
~drowning in the backwater
touch is a ritual
not a metaphor
it's a drunken migration
through my backyard
where the groundwater burns
where the air surrounding us
is mouthless & borrowing time
like circles of voices
bending echoes in the
unrelenting black
but as an aging mirror listens with
the trees
there is nothing more to hear
because the wind that was here
is gone
because hours long
night is dead verbs in an
uncrowded room
made of rain, made of breath
as we archive the scents of our ghosts
& I curl into a comma
my fingers are wet-knots of ink
with the burden of words
my body remembering when your body
was like summer & I was
an iris, unfolding
but now this bed shakes thunder
from a chimera sky
this bed is
heavy with bruised plums
heavy with you









lah  2.27.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #marriage  #introspection  #sadness  #streamofconciousness  #divorce  #separation  #retrospection 
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