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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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Try To Have A Good Night


The light bulb created convenience.
Turning on, turning off our world.
What if there were no switch.
The giant grid going out...
would sure be quite the hitch.


We, plunged into our darkness.
Would our hearts then, in turn,
turn heartless?


Doing more than we normally would
when no longer discovered by the light.
Its why I keep one small bulb shining on
all through the long long night?
And then the flag at my door?
For whatever reason(s) did He invent
incandescent bulbs for?


Was he thinking of safety? Or the reading of books?
Or the all-too-human need to peruse and admire (much longer) our looks?
Or of simply not bumping into walls. I wonder about his focus,
and if, back then, it had been that small,
his locus.
I wonder then, if we had little to fear
from our neighbors
at all?


Or did we?
Or do we,
now?


We might turn off the lights, to see.
(Instead.)
How ironic could one situation be?
Darkness reveals more
of the  truth
than the light.
So turn off the switch.
(in your head?)

Try to have a good night.



Copyright July 19 2012 All Rights Reserved by Author
Melissa A Howells
Meloo from her Tilt-a-World


P.S. Thinking forward to December 21, 2012..;
and all the doom-sayers
and the nay-sayers over the Mayan Calendar.
Really got me to thinking.
And of course there are those pesky solar flares
that could wipe out the grid...
or was the giant sun spots...I've forgotten.
Best to live in the present. Yes? Yes....





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