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That Poet Girl


that girl
in the front
that poet

she
astounded me

she was short in stature
brief as a haiku
yet calm and clear of voice

the listeners in the crowded space
had little choice
but to listen to her

new I was
to this kind of forum
yet I sat rapt and taut
quietly in full attention
with soldierly attendance to her words

she was so unaffected by her effect
upon the crowd
it may have seemed to the mob she read to
that her verses
were far too loud

faces revealed somehow
she lacked a certain conscience
yet divined a specific intention
to provoke
their conventions
oops

looking 'round at the listeners
there seemed to be a kind of joke afoot
the crowd transformed into
a sea of large mouth bass with their mouths agape
gasping at the shore for one last collective gulp of air

the poetess expressed whatever she wrought
no thoughts of them crossed her mind
she simply didn't care

but a little smile creeped across my face
and grew
I understood so well her profound effect
as my appreciation for her queer sublimity grew
she hardly knew
of my admiration

until later on I told her
and we shared our
a secret laugh


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by this Author/Writer Melissa A. Howells/Meloo
Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Time/Date stamp :10:01 in the morning/ November 5, 2016






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