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Last Leaf

Here's to the enduring leaf,

the last to fall,

marking the tail winds

of the fall,

the final drop

as autumn leaves;

one last warm breath

before its silent collapse—

a golden kiss on the sod

—as a way to welcome

the anticipated arrival,

the severe frosty bite

from the gelid tears

of a frigid winter's

relentless

blow.

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Last Leaf
Here's to the enduring leaf,
the last to fall,
marking the tail winds
of the fall,
the final drop
as autumn leaves;
one last warm breath
before its silent collapse—
a golden kiss on the sod
—as a way to welcome
the anticipated arrival,
the severe frosty bite
from the gelid tears
of a frigid winter's
relentless
blow.
#poetry  #nature  #seasons  #sadpoems  #autumnleaves 
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~notes on winemaking

    tilt your head, small bird

listen to the coming rain

moisten the tree

as she lifts her leaves to flirt

with wind

observe the way her slight limbs

sway

the delicate shape of her boughs

    pressing

arcing against the plum skin of a

thundering sky

    pressing

until plump clouds burst

blackberries to wine

    tilt your head, small bird

as she flowers like dogwood

lah  7.9.15 ©®

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~notes on winemaking





    tilt your head, small bird
listen to the coming rain
moisten the tree
as she lifts her leaves to flirt
with wind


observe the way her slight limbs
sway
the delicate shape of her boughs
    pressing
arcing against the plum skin of a
thundering sky
    pressing
until plump clouds burst
blackberries to wine


    tilt your head, small bird
as she flowers like dogwood




lah  7.9.15 ©®
#romance  #poetry  #life  #weather  #love  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #seasons  #seduction 
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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  6.15.12 ©®

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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 ©®
#poetry  #relationships  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #marriage  #seasons  #pain  #sadness  #depression  #divorce  #separation  #vignettes 
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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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Seasons

He feels like the seasons all woven in captive time.
As strong as the accretion that makes me lose my center of gravity. 
He feels like the etesian breeze as yearly summer falls. 
Orange leaves soon change,
to birch trees bordering a vast range of iced massif. 
And in the winter- when the valiant winds wash across the ocean, 
He’ll feel like the warmth of home, unbundling all your layers. 
Summertime shows he cares. 
In moments when he’s realized you’ve just put a heart note written on scratch paper, gently inside his pocket. 
Keep these modest memories present, wrapped in silk sentiment.
He’s the silver lining of spring when bumble bees sing and the ambiance of gardens blossoms with wooden pipes and metal chimes. 
His eyes keep you paused in time, capturing every ripe moment before you blink as they sublime.

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Seasons
He feels like the seasons all woven in captive time.
As strong as the accretion that makes me lose my center of gravity. 
He feels like the etesian breeze as yearly summer falls. 
Orange leaves soon change,
to birch trees bordering a vast range of iced massif. 
And in the winter- when the valiant winds wash across the ocean, 
He’ll feel like the warmth of home, unbundling all your layers. 
Summertime shows he cares. 
In moments when he’s realized you’ve just put a heart note written on scratch paper, gently inside his pocket. 
Keep these modest memories present, wrapped in silk sentiment.
He’s the silver lining of spring when bumble bees sing and the ambiance of gardens blossoms with wooden pipes and metal chimes. 
His eyes keep you paused in time, capturing every ripe moment before you blink as they sublime.
#romance  #adventure  #poetry  #love  #seasons  #him  #kay 
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Weight of Waiting

The seasons take some time to pass;

Found out why it was right to wait, at last,

Though the stigma still nags at my commonsense

Whenever I'm reminded of the recompense.

If I dissociate myself from half the crime,

I'd go in circles, inflict self-harm, in time.

Sometimes, it is a comfort to hit a wall

To rest; when nothing's certain, it's inevitable.

Oh, tears, why fall now when it's raining;

Can't you hear that the sea is calling?

And I swim, and I swim

To my dream, to my dream.

I have to make peace with my heart;

I have to, before the world falls apart;

Which ending, what choice I'll make,

Which beginning, what life's at stake?

I am here, whichever road I took

The ground broke, the islands shook;

But I see the trees are still standing tall.

It must have been right to wait, after all.

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Weight of Waiting
The seasons take some time to pass;
Found out why it was right to wait, at last,
Though the stigma still nags at my commonsense
Whenever I'm reminded of the recompense.

If I dissociate myself from half the crime,
I'd go in circles, inflict self-harm, in time.
Sometimes, it is a comfort to hit a wall
To rest; when nothing's certain, it's inevitable.

Oh, tears, why fall now when it's raining;
Can't you hear that the sea is calling?
And I swim, and I swim
To my dream, to my dream.

I have to make peace with my heart;
I have to, before the world falls apart;
Which ending, what choice I'll make,
Which beginning, what life's at stake?

I am here, whichever road I took
The ground broke, the islands shook;
But I see the trees are still standing tall.
It must have been right to wait, after all.
#poetry  #philosophy  #seasons  #time  #sadpoems 
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