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FORGET ME NOT⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I am learning⁣⁣
how briefly a name can live⁣⁣
in the mouth,⁣⁣
⁣⁣
how quickly⁣⁣
the body becomes⁣⁣
a story told softer each year.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I have held sunlight⁣⁣
like it would stay,⁣⁣
like it belonged to me.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
But even now,⁣⁣
time is loosening its grip,⁣⁣
finger by finger.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
One day⁣⁣
I will be a photograph⁣⁣
with no one left to ask who.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
In this ending,⁣⁣
I press a small blue wish⁣⁣
into your memory’s dirt,⁣⁣
⁣⁣
not to last forever,⁣⁣
just long enough⁣⁣
to be felt again.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
-LA

#worldpoetrycollective #forgetmenots #dailypoetry #poetry #writing taken in Oakland, California by @inweatheredcharm

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6 months ago

PRAIRIE SMOKE (for Jonah)

The hills keep their burn.
They do not rush back to green.

Healing is this color:
dry, exposed,
wind scraping
the paint off
what lifts in small
surrendering curls.

I thought it would feel like rain.
Instead, it is standing
under a calico sky
with nowhere
to hide
the ache.

Prairie smoke is the medicine.

Atop a pale white horse,
rising from what was scorched,

we travel red west,
taking what’s left
of a wide open blue
reckoning.

Every way out,
every trail forward,
points a bony finger
toward six feet
of quiet.

—LA

#poetry taken in Bodie Ghost Town by @inweatheredcharm

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8 months ago

𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝟗.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
The burn widens ⁣⁣
as I stare, ⁣⁣
a tiny eclipse ⁣⁣
resting in a universe ⁣⁣
of cotton.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
It feels like⁣⁣
I could fall through it, ⁣⁣
into some dim corridor ⁣⁣
where forgotten nights ⁣⁣
collect themselves.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Someone must have ⁣⁣
been drifting, ⁣⁣
their ember falling⁣⁣
like a lost or last thought.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Most ruin begins ⁣⁣
that way, ⁣⁣
quiet, almost tender ⁣⁣
arson,⁣⁣
a small flame wanting ⁣⁣
nothing but a place to land.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I hover above it, ⁣⁣
wondering how many people ⁣⁣
I’ve made into landscapes, ⁣⁣
vacancy⁣⁣
for my own disasters.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
-LA⁣⁣

#poetry taken in Port Townsend by @inweatheredcharm

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8 months ago

[13 ROSES]

Everything
will end
mid sentence
eventually.

I loved you
beyond
self respect
entirely.

-LA

#poetrydaily #modernpoetry
#poetryisnotaluxury #Poems #Roses by @inweatheredcharm

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9 months ago

ON LESSER OCCASIONS.

I don’t believe tonight
can reorganize a life.
Midnight is just a sound, a darker blue.
People agree to make it together,
whether we sacrifice something to it or not.
The clock keeps moving
either way.

Nothing here will be starting over.
The room stays just a room.
My body carries the same history,
the same lessons I paid for slowly,
the worn-in proof
that I know how to crawl.

I won’t make promises to the new year.
I refuse to write vows for time.
I trust what I’m already doing,
the work that holds me dear
even when no one’s watching.
Those are the parts I’ll return to,
with softer edges.
A glass heart.

Outside, people count backward.
Inside, I keep my pace.
The calendar can do whatever it wants.

I outlast things.
That’s what I do.
This is just another night shift.
I’ve buried far worse versions
on lesser occasions.

— LA

#poetrydaily #modernpoetry
#originalpoetry #poetrypublication #darkpoetry #griefpoetry #rawpoetry #honestpoetry #survivalpoetry #DeadPoet #2025 #OnLesserOccasions
#poetrycommunity #artlife #poets #growth #poetrylovers #Writing #poet #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #newyearseve #poetryisnotaluxury #Recovery #PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Port Townsend Skatepark by @inweatheredcharm

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10 months ago

Untethering
The Meadow at dusk
(for my brother Marc on his 45th birthday)

I try to hold time still
by naming what endures.
The lamp hum, the dust
turning in its private orbit,
the soft collapse
of my own guttering light.

In the naming,
each moment hesitates,
like a deer frozen
in the trembling seams of dusk,
caught between predatory danger
and the sweetness rising
from grass broken open
by moonlight.

Memory arrives out of order.
First the smell of rain
on my father’s coat,
then the way his hands
shook near the end,
then a childhood laugh
from the meadow,
so bright it feels borrowed.

I arrange them wrong
on purpose,
a shuffled deck
of small eternities,
and the past keeps dying
in the cradle of my newborn hands,
pulling back from my grasp
with the softness
of something already leaving.

—LA

#poetrydaily #modernpoetry⁣
#originalpoetry #poetrypublication #darkpoetry #naturepoetry #healingthroughwords⁣
#griefpoetry #mentalhealthpoetry #rawpoetry #honestpoetry #survivalpoetry #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #artlife #poets #growth #poetrylovers #Writing #poet #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #rabbit #poetryisnotdead #Recovery #PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Port Townsend Skatepark by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago

Rabbit-Proof Fence.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Fear drove me harder⁣⁣
than any hunter could.⁣⁣
I tore skin on rocks,⁣⁣
left pieces of myself in branches,⁣⁣
let the wind strip me⁣⁣
to gristle⁣⁣
and instinct.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
In that violent stillness⁣⁣
I understood⁣⁣
I was no one’s prey.⁣⁣
I was something torn⁣⁣
but still upright,⁣⁣
still moving.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Hope was a feral thing,⁣⁣
wild enough⁣⁣
to drag me forward⁣⁣
as I pulled myself off the wire⁣⁣
and stood anyway,⁣⁣
bleeding and stubborn⁣⁣
in a system⁣⁣
that never believed⁣⁣
I could rise.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Every trap behind me⁣⁣
rusted in the wake⁣⁣
of my defiance.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
—LA⁣⁣
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#poetrydaily #modernpoetry⁣
#originalpoetry #poetrypublication #darkpoetry #naturepoetry #healingthroughwords⁣
#griefpoetry #mentalhealthpoetry #rawpoetry #honestpoetry #survivalpoetry #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #artlife #poets #growth #poetrylovers #Writing #poet #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #rabbit #poetryisnotdead #Recovery #PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Port Townsend, Washington by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago

THE THING ABOUT IT IS⁣
⁣
They rise like teeth⁣
from a buried jaw,⁣
those pale markers⁣
gnawed by sun.⁣
⁣
Each one drones on⁣
through the static air,⁣
not who they were,⁣
but that they were.⁣
⁣
The desert eats its dead⁣
in daylight.⁣
⁣
-LA⁣
⁣
#thethingaboutitis #desertwhispers #desert #keepgoing #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #joshuatree #artlife #poetry #survival #writingcommunity #poets #LIFE #words #growth #poetrylovers #california #Writing #poisonpen #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #lipoetry #MakeltThrough #poetryisnotdead #Recovery #PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview⁣
⁣ taken in Mojave Desert by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago

OCTOBER EYES⁣
⁣
Look up⁣
to where the sky spills fire,⁣
slowly⁣
over orchards already surrendering.⁣
⁣
Oxblood entrails.⁣
⁣
The leaves fall⁣
like old letters,⁣
each one signed⁣
in yesterday’s want,⁣
each one unread⁣
by the ground that pools them.⁣
⁣
The air tastes⁣
of apples in decay,⁣
sweetness turning soft,⁣
ferment rising⁣
like smoke from an old flame.⁣
⁣
You could almost mistake it⁣
for a curse,⁣
if not for the burnt scent⁣
dancing on the wind,⁣
the way the season⁣
insists on endings.⁣
⁣
Your eyes⁣
are the last unfallen leaves,⁣
fevered⁣
with everything I never spoke, ablaze.⁣
⁣
Soon the frost will take them too,⁣
but I steal a gaze,⁣
forever imprinting us⁣
mid-fall.⁣
⁣
—LA⁣
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#OctoberEyes #Autumn #inmemory #keepgoing #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #fall #artlife #poetry #survival #writingcommunity #poets #LIFE #words #growth #poetrylovers #building #Writing #poisonpen #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #lipoetry #MakeltThrough #poetryisnotdead #Recovery⁣⁣⁣⁣
#PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Washington State, USA by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago

•FRESH FLOWERS•⁣
⁣
I hoarded affection,⁣
stacked it like coins⁣
in the dark of my chest.⁣
⁣
I thought⁣
I’d know when to spend it.⁣
⁣
The hands I loved⁣
are now folded⁣
into themselves,⁣
too still⁣
to hold anything I bring.⁣
⁣
Don’t wait⁣
to give them their flowers.⁣
⁣
The currency of love⁣
expires with the body.⁣
⁣
I learned this⁣
by leaving your roses⁣
at a casket’s edge,⁣
a bouquet of praise⁣
left unsaid.⁣
⁣
Flowers that lived⁣
and died unseen.⁣
⁣
I cannot give back⁣
what was lost,⁣
but I can give now,⁣
while my hours⁣
still have some breath.
⁣⁣
—LA⁣⁣
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#FreshFlowers #love #inmemory #keepgoing #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #WEBS #artlife #poetry #survival #writingcommunity #poets #LIFE #words #growth #poetrylovers #building #Writing #poisonpen #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #lipoetry #MakeltThrough #poetryisnotdead #Recovery⁣⁣⁣
#PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Mountainview Cemetery by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago

A WAYHOUSE SONGBIRD
⁣
The air is thick with warnings,⁣
smoke rising from places⁣
we once called sacred.⁣
⁣
Our world won’t survive⁣
with hardened hearts.⁣
I’ll whisper it into the embers,⁣
into the skeletons of houses,⁣
on paper for the children⁣
who only know ash.⁣
⁣
And so, a sparrow bends earthward⁣
to gather twigs.⁣
Even in devastation,⁣
something will always insist⁣
on building.⁣
⁣
Because forgetting⁣
would be the greater death.⁣
⁣
—LA⁣
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#awayhousesongbird #love #birding #keepgoing #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #Hope #artlife #poetry #survival #writingcommunity #poets #LIFE #words #growth #poetrylovers #building #Writing #poisonpen #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #lipoetry #MakeltThrough #poetryisnotdead #Recovery⁣⁣
#PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Port Townsend, Washington by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago

DOWRY.⁣
⁣
She Moves Mountains.⁣
⁣
She leans back into the valley,⁣
gathers the ridges around her shoulders,⁣
laced like a shawl.⁣
⁣
She lets the pines lean close⁣
to whisper their long green secrets.⁣
⁣
She keeps that silence,⁣
turning it over in her palms⁣
until it shines blue,⁣
⁣
the same silence⁣
that buried warriors⁣
beneath a fallen stone,⁣
⁣
the same silence⁣
that wrapped Hallie Illingworth⁣
in rope and bloodless water,⁣
holding her three winters⁣
until the mountain finally⁣
let her rise.⁣
⁣
I drift in that depth,⁣
my arms barely moving,⁣
just following the slow pull⁣
she makes of the current.⁣
⁣
Her breath still carries.⁣
The clouds weep low,⁣
laying a mirror across the sky.⁣
Even the shoreline ⁣
Is hushed for her wake.⁣
⁣
What could I offer? A witness,⁣
I only hold ⁣
my marrow-burdened flesh together,⁣
while she keeps the world⁣
from breaking further apart.⁣
⁣
—LA⁣
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#Dowry #love #shemovesmountains #keepgoing #DeadPoet #poetrycommunity #LakeCrescent #artlife #poetry #survival #writingcommunity #poets #LIFE #words #growth #poetrylovers #wayer #Writing #poisonpen #poetrysociety #InstrumentOfSurrender #lipoetry #MakeltThrough #poetryisnotdead #Recovery⁣
#PTSD #CPTSD #poetryNW #worldpoetrycollective #americanpoetryreview taken in Lake Crescent, Olympic National Park, Washington by @inweatheredcharm

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a year ago