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Sometimes I Hear Him

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

July's Message

The Crow Is A Songbird



the brand of disappointment

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

Some Will

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend

not the story of my youth

She Is My Friend

Every Time I Listen To the Wind.

If I Were Your Island....

I Am....( a keen observation )

Need You (note of encouragement to self)

I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

The Un-Promised Land

Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

(You're) Still Here

As Sick As My Secrets

Mrs. Stine, Isn't It Time?

From The Desert

He's There

Then The Little Silver Fish Came

I Keep My Ray Bans Handy

Some Meaningful Proof For A Hopeful Dreamer's Eyes

You Are Not My Audience, I Just Borrowed You For Awhile

How Each Death Changes The World

Not A Good-bye Day (For Our Ghuey)

And You Might Be The Reaper

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

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Make (of)  Me A Snow Angel


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I made a snow angel
for your heart
you looked the other way
you're getting better at that
getting better at it each and every day

you're the engine that could
run away
from it all

I've got my snow suit on
and you're sitting in your chair
moping inside
the king at the computer
talking to the world
you do have your powers

I play hand puppets with the shadows
in the fading light on the walls of our bedroom
I am ready to go outside
play hide and seek
do anything

I'd cut my hair off so you would notice me
(would I?)
so I could be your pixie girl
so you might think I could change the world
again

the snow globe has tipped over
I think there's a crack in it
I think it might break
the swing set inside it is moving back and forth
like there is going to be an earthquake

or maybe another heart attack
when are you coming back
or are you taking off again
even when you are here
you never seem to be
when will you come out to play
when will your heart stay
with me

I am getting tired of
waiting
I think, boy
you need to turn the globe around
shake things up

start making snow flakes

I think
you need to find some boots
a snow suit

there's only one way out of this
you know it

get your butt out the front door
lay down on the floor like it
was the ground
and make

your own snow angel

I don't care if it is
July

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Copyright September 9 2014
A reworking from a poem started earlier in mid July
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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
Melissa A Howells/ all rants/poetry/prose/dreams/ideas
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