~ meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world ~    [Author's Home Page!]
  309553   Poems Read   

[Poetry PoetryPoem] [Poetry Search] [Contact Us] [FREE Site] [Home] [Poets] [Login]

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)

More Poetry >>

Come And Visit Me

You visit the grave of grief
You wear it like a badge,
like an open wound, oozing.
You do this mostly when you are
alone. Or walking high on God's mountains.
Your heart is locked, your lips,
pursed. You would share your secrets
with strangers. You have made me a stranger.
(Let's not go through life as strangers...)
I haven't decided quite how this feels,
but a bit of rancor has rooted
and I'd like to tear the weed of it out.
I understand how you have had to do without.
But you could have more, for...
We are related. But you keep
it distant. Miles and stubbornness
block the road.
Somewhere in the world I have a sister.
But she is not any sister I have known.
What are you afraid of?
There are no bad emotions.
Emotions simply exist.
I cannot make you comfortable.
There are no reassurances. Life is changeable.
You've had hard shocks, but life can, too, have bliss.
I can be here. I can listen. I can take your anger,
your sadness, your rage against circumstances, and even more than this
I care about you, and its not only based in
biology. I know.
We had the same Father.
We were meant to be sisters.
I have never had a real sister before.
Couldn't we try it on? See if it works? Please.
Leave the grave of grief long enough to come and visit me.

Copyright August 27, 2012  All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo from her Tilt-a-World

Vote for this poem

Come And Visit Me



Email Poem

©2000 - 2019 ------- Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors

Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook

   Tell someone about this Poem.    blank

[ Control Panel ]
Last 100 Poems

Search over
400,000 poems!