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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


Checking Out

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Someone Send Out A Search Party

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


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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Sirens (A Dream)

The Sirens were all sleeping.
The Sirens felt just fine.
But I was trussed and tied up
on a most uncertain line.
They only pick the ripe tomatoes,
the best from off the vine.
There I clung to the ship's mast,
on a wind swept brazen sky.
My die cast,
I would be taken  
from my tenuous sanctuary,
with no one to hear my cry.
the Sirens seemed unwakeable.
( My mind said this was a ruse)
But surely,
they would wake once more.
Still I hoped
I stood pinned untakeable,
crucified high above the vessel's floor.
But I knew
they only pluck the ripe ones.
So, soon I their ripe one would be
I heard them stirring below me...
at last, poor tragedy.
You never know when death will come,
until Death comes for thee.

Copyright September 27 2011 but written some time ago in Minneapolis well
before 2000. Taken from a vivid dream after falling asleep in bed
after reading various portions of The Iliad/Odyssey. Back when rhyming poetry
was more my thing.

Melissa A Howells Meloo of Tilt-a-World
 a little raw and undone

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