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~gradually

 

 

i.

when I was little, I asked,

“is heaven in the sky, daddy?”

 

he said heaven is a further calling

a purpose, a destiny

          that love is blue

          & blue is limitless

 

when he was called home, I remembered

          love is blue

          & blue is limitless

                    like grief

 

 

 

ii.

spring inevitably brings violence

in the same bruised sky

a drunk wind pivots frantically

          swings in my direction

 

anger conjures up another storm

that thunders through windows

          & walls

 

the smell of rum is the sound of touch

          the crack of an open hand

 

 

 

iii.

october's orchard is still

at dawn

 

a family of deer feast on leftover fruit

they pause as they notice me

settling into a quiet, cold fog with

          the beekeepers ghost

 

 

 

iv.

the metronome ticks away

at distant shadows

 

words pulse in her eyes

like stars traveling in their

own orbit of solitude

 

desperation borders

the autumn

of her once auburn hair

 

          but she is fierce

 

slaying dragons until the heat

becomes too much

& imagination stops racing

through her heart

 

 

 

v.

blind birds stumble

from a damp bed where

poetry grows

 

          starved for attention

          starved for scent

 

hands stir awake the grasshopper

who spits like a preacher from

the pulpit

 

I am the flower

swallowing clouds

          full of tears

as day casts a spell of yellow

 

I bud my petaled armor

          sharpen my fangs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  4.4.14. ©®

V1 - to a parent

V2 - to a past relationship

V3 - to a place you grew up

V4 - to someone you look up to (Sylvia Plath)

V5 - to yourself

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~gradually
 
 
i.
when I was little, I asked,
“is heaven in the sky, daddy?”
 
he said heaven is a further calling
a purpose, a destiny
          that love is blue
          & blue is limitless
 
when he was called home, I remembered
          love is blue
          & blue is limitless
                    like grief
 
 
 
ii.
spring inevitably brings violence
in the same bruised sky
a drunk wind pivots frantically
          swings in my direction
 
anger conjures up another storm
that thunders through windows
          & walls
 
the smell of rum is the sound of touch
          the crack of an open hand
 
 
 
iii.
october's orchard is still
at dawn
 
a family of deer feast on leftover fruit
they pause as they notice me
settling into a quiet, cold fog with
          the beekeepers ghost
 
 
 
iv.
the metronome ticks away
at distant shadows
 
words pulse in her eyes
like stars traveling in their
own orbit of solitude
 
desperation borders
the autumn
of her once auburn hair
 
          but she is fierce
 
slaying dragons until the heat
becomes too much
& imagination stops racing
through her heart
 
 
 
v.
blind birds stumble
from a damp bed where
poetry grows
 
          starved for attention
          starved for scent
 
hands stir awake the grasshopper
who spits like a preacher from
the pulpit
 
I am the flower
swallowing clouds
          full of tears
as day casts a spell of yellow
 
I bud my petaled armor
          sharpen my fangs
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  4.4.14. ©®

V1 - to a parent
V2 - to a past relationship
V3 - to a place you grew up
V4 - to someone you look up to (Sylvia Plath)
V5 - to yourself
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~apertures & stigmas

 

 

 

 

 

it's still thursday

 

 

and always longer than

the average distance

 

 

a wider circumference to travel

as this clock swallows quarter hours

like ohio rain, circling the voices I

collect in my hip-pocket

lincoln penny reminders, tucked away

 

 

the contraband of snapped

promises

and I wonder if time is some kind of

warning

 

 

an extended moment when I understand the pulse

of certain fractured things

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  3.28.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~apertures & stigmas
 
 
 
 
 
it's still thursday
 
 
and always longer than
the average distance
 
 
a wider circumference to travel
as this clock swallows quarter hours
like ohio rain, circling the voices I
collect in my hip-pocket
lincoln penny reminders, tucked away
 
 
the contraband of snapped
promises
and I wonder if time is some kind of
warning
 
 
an extended moment when I understand the pulse
of certain fractured things
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  3.28.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #memories  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #retrospection 
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~disturbances

what more is there to say about

april?

these moments between snow & summer

I've become windstruck

& overwhelmed with

the listening

a quarreling of two airs, unsame

the quickening, quivering of

a mysterious sky

   its dark arguments

   sharp-edged & lashing

the way it lifts barn shingles

    then kneels

    curses, echoing the valley

it's as if a dozen years of obscenities

thunder the distance between

the root cellar & the roughs

I find it too familiar here

these broken miles just before

the harsh light returns to blur

all things blue & affinal

like a gathering of half-breaths

captured unaware by the stilling

winter has only slowed the ghosts

lah  4.3.16

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~disturbances






what more is there to say about
april?
these moments between snow & summer


I've become windstruck
& overwhelmed with
the listening


a quarreling of two airs, unsame


the quickening, quivering of
a mysterious sky
   its dark arguments
   sharp-edged & lashing


the way it lifts barn shingles
    then kneels

    curses, echoing the valley


it's as if a dozen years of obscenities
thunder the distance between
the root cellar & the roughs


I find it too familiar here


these broken miles just before
the harsh light returns to blur
all things blue & affinal


like a gathering of half-breaths
captured unaware by the stilling


winter has only slowed the ghosts









lah  4.3.16
#poetry  #reflection  #thoughts  #personal  #change  #seasons  #introspection  #goodbyes  #storms  #arguments  #retrospection 
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~bent on nostalgia

semi-darkness recedes to another plum-colored dawn
the fraying sun collects in splotches

of light


it's been a decade or more since

I've returned to this hour
this yesterday

or perhaps it was the day before


small hours accumulate quickly, the same way ivy prefers to branch east
uncurl like a gossiping
wind


everything here is the same
yet, everything is different


I stand perfectly still in the then
decipher its edges
study the angle of its root, examine the blueprint left behind
that message in pressed ink


its logic, its permanence


the ambrosia
 the resurrection












lah  1.7.14 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~bent on nostalgia


semi-darkness recedes to another plum-colored dawn
the fraying sun collects in splotches
of light


it's been a decade or more since
I've returned to this hour
this yesterday

or perhaps it was the day before


small hours accumulate quickly, the same way ivy prefers to branch east
uncurl like a gossiping
wind


everything here is the same
yet, everything is different


I stand perfectly still in the then
decipher its edges
study the angle of its root, examine the blueprint left behind
that message in pressed ink


its logic, its permanence


the ambrosia
 the resurrection












lah  1.7.14 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #nostalgia  #memories  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #retrospection 
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