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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Life's A Candle

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

The Light Goes On In The Attic

Circumstance Changes All

I Am....( a keen observation )

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Malla Batsick

not the story of my youth

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

What If

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

The Secret Eater

Max on the max


Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

A Man Called Tsuris

For The Loss Of A Ghost Like You

Love A Cat

Fragile Shell Of Morning

I Long For Stars

I Feel Fine(r)

The Crow Is A Songbird

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

And With Words I Let Them Go

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Circumstance Changes All

a single Mother works hard
for her own piece of paradise
somewhere in the woods
she and her two children
dwell like eagles high among the cliffs
above a wild wide river

she is kind
she is caring
she is audacious
she is daring
she works diligently
in a job where she gives all of herself
often there seems to be little left
but she manages to be present on the weekends
for her children
for her friends
for the wilderness that is her life

she's earned her piece of heaven
she's got bold plans in the making
she is going somewhere specific when
her working years get over
she's making her persistence pay off

then one morning the smoke of a fire
set by human hand
sets off alarm bells through her heart
throughout the Gorge
she realizes the magnitude
of what she could lose

big plans become instantly small
when she realizes circumstance changes
and the other dreams begin to burn and fall
the children, her friends and a few possessions
the fire cannot take her visions
and her resolve to dream.

written directly to the page
grey snowflakes began blanketing Portland at this week's start
I imagine this is what it was like in 1980, when Mount St. Helen
blew. That was nature. This was man. The forest and all living
creatures stand to lose everything too...their lives.

legal copyright for original work/poem 11:08am PST September 8, 2017.
and also for this writer/author Melissa A. Howells and also for
this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

this poem is dedicated to our friend, Salena and her family
and her dreams, her right to dream.

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