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Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Devious

Checking Out

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home



Someone Send Out A Search Party

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month

Words

Only The Choice To Be

When People Go

The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

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

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

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

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Seeing (Before the tea is tea)

Tilt of curly head
blue eyes watching sideways
taking in every face
reading what's underneath
before it rises to the surface.
Is it gift,
fallen grace?
A disservice?
An untied or broken lace
of memory?
Noticing, seeing?
Mind-reading, make-believing?
Minutia, details
an invisible track
none can sense or see.
Call it my wealth of
experience or poor tragedy.
The messages hidden
in the tea leaves.
nearly always reveal themselves
to me
before any tea is poured
before the tea is tea.
The inner sense of it cannot be
ignored.
It is an itch
that requires soothing.
I am apart yet a part of it,
removed yet I am the earth moving.
Even
the ocean floor beneath
knows a part of me,
my azure eyes have seen
and will keep on seeing.
The inner eye is honed
the intuition brightly sheened.


Copyright August 18th 2011...All Rights Reserved By the Author
Melissa A Howells   Meloo of Tilt-a-World


work in progress. sheened isn't a word, but I like the idea of it anyway.





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