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Hope You Like It, Not

A Tesseract OrTwo

visions of sugarplums by the river bank

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Here They Are Triumphant, The Crows



Lost Before You Began

And You Might Be The Reaper

Come On Now

Confetti Universe

Limitless

Who's Zoomin' Who?

What If

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

What'll I Do, Without You

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

whern night becomes day

This Cow Tale

Now I Am The One Who Chooses To Chose

How Each Death Changes The World

I Speak for Those Whose Voice Would Be Taken Out Of Social Circulation

Not A Good-bye Day (For Our Ghuey)

Lucky Was Easy

The City (in Memory of Minneapolis)

Fourteen Hundred Miles

This Home I Long For Yet Have Never Seen

Where Did Mrs Smith and Her Little Pink House Go?..

God Created The Universe, Then Look Who Happened

Outside the Window, Frozen

The Tail (tale) She Had Long and Tall and High And Proud

A Thousand Words For Snow Are Spoken By The Eskimos

Enjoying My Newly Acquired Small Deserted Island, Thank You...

Butterfly Girls Like Me Were Meant To Fly

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Good Weather Gone


the scarlet leaves
no longer hang on the trees
the wind has knocked them down
they're gathered heaped upon the ground
skeleton trees now surround the balcony
the air is tinged with somber alchemy
and the skies once blue now
grey
the sun has shied away
the clouds have entered into town
and claimed the horizon as their
permanent convention
if Hallowed-eve is some macabre invention
then Nature surely has set the darkened stage
the story line of good weather gone
now, mostly shadows crow across
the page




I woke with this in my head and rapidly wrote it down.
Perhaps incomplete, but this is all there shall be.

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Melissa A Howells Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Copyright October 31, 2016 7:17 am





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