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
secret laugh
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by this Author/Writer Melissa A. Howells/Meloo
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Time/Date stamp :10:01 in the morning/ November 5, 2016