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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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Daisie

I met my new next cat in a dream.
She introduced herself as "Daisie."
I asked what could all of this mean?
To find a white kitten at the end of a winding
ivory staircase in the dark?
She said, "People are always asking about
their dreams, and mine was a predictable remark."
"A dream is but a journey."
"This answer, you do not even have to try to guess..."
"And at the end of it, you found your happiness."
"And that is, my dear, what all Daisies mean."
"She loves you."



Copyright Sept 19, 2012 All Rights Reserved By this Author
In the dream she spelled her name out loud, hence the spelling "Daisie"
Melissa A Howells  Meloo from her Tilt-a-World


This poem got me to wondering on how sometimes something is not quite what it seems.
My Mother always loved flowers, daisies especially. My Mother wore crisp white
Ship n Shore blouses a lot. She had yellow-green eyes. I seemed to be forever rescuing
her from the dark. I had been thinking about her a lot, wishing she would "visit" me.
Perhaps she has. Wow I think there is a whole new poem in this addendum.






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Daisie


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