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Here They Are Triumphant, The Crows

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

Deportation

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

A DOOR CLOSES



Woman Of A Certain Age

Lost Before You Began

Confetti Universe

Limitless

What If

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

Covering Up Vs Uncovering

What'll I Do, Without You

So You Do

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

whern night becomes day

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

A Man Called Tsuris

Now I Am The One Who Chooses To Chose

why not ask the cat?

my words and how they're worth a lot to me

Not A Good-bye Day

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Heir Egoisto...

The Life of Tigger

Lucky Was Easy

This Home I Long For Yet Have Never Seen

I Feel Fine(r)

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

God Created The Universe, Then Look Who Happened

Outside the Window, Frozen

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Was I Reflected


in the beginning
was there darkness

or was there an illumination
an intelligence
of some kind
lurking within my mind

was it
a spark of the divine
reason of a small kind
(wouldn't that be a perk)

I thought I knew you
or my heart thought
it did
or was that a trick

I was just a kid
who might not have known
what love was

had I ever experienced it
and  what was it like

a lightning strike
or my chest on fire
the quickening of electrons in my nerves
an itching of my imagination
could I feel inspired

does a tangle, the brain weave
and  perhaps, does it deceive
who knows what love is or was

was it there within the evening stars
within the memory created under a glowing moon
building electrical impulses
with me heading towards a swoon

but if I hadn't known love
how then
could I recognize it

wasn't there a small glimpse then
in the sparkling glint
that was within your sighs
and the surprise
equally reflected within
my returning smile...

sometimes still I try to recall
this moment and
how I was reflected within
your warming eyes.


legal copyright for this poem/work
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Melissa A Howells/Meloo straight from her
Tilt-a-World copyright site
November 13 2016 1:08 pm/ time stamped

Remembered, remember that long gone night
in frozen February, still here now in November.





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