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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

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Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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Blueberry Blues

Picking blue pearls
staining our fingers and our tongues
we're a sea of young and old voices
shouting to one another
a freckling of harvesters toiling
in the sun.
We are the berry pickers
collecting blue bounty by the bowl.
I think I've eaten way too much
I hear you're supposed to clean 'em
before you eat 'em,
didn't you know?
The birds and bears eat blues
by the bushel,
the ants eat purple raisins off the grass.
The bees busily pollinate each white flower
but the berry season never seems to last.
I have filled up a corner of my freezer
I have grilled pancakes by the stack,
Still there's never enough bounty
through the winter to last or please us.
We're gerbils with our constant nibbling
they
never
ever
seem to
last.
Rats!


August 29th 2011 All Rights Reserved by the Author
Melissa A Howells of Tilt-a-World

I hardly ever write silly stuff...so I'm tring it out. I am thinking I have not succeded
as well as Edward Lear..."who has writen such volumes of stuff...."
But there is no harm in trying.
Yes, today we picked 8 pounds of blueberries. And people were picking much much more than that,
here in Oregon we take our berries very seriously.







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