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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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Every few days a luminary
dispatches light.
You never know when
you will meet
one of them.
A Guru.
It could be a stranger.
It could be you,
the one who

"Occupy your life,"
She spoke to me in soft sibilant tones,
inviting me.
"Begin each day with the optimism
of a new crocus, rising freshly from the dark earth
in the dewy dawns of Spring."
I swear I could almost hear robins chirping.

"Hope is a habit which breaks through the clutter
of the mind so that all can find peace,
then find release from all pain."

"You carry within your DNA
all you need to find bliss."
In the echoing within my head
I heard a continuance of this:
a message.
"And you will have the strength
to charge through anything."

Then I heard the deep stillness
rising up from inside resounding,
a well that traverses through forever...

See how you bend, see how you bend,
see how you bend....
oh, when the wind,
oh, when the wind,
oh, when the wind,
rushes in and in...

Copyright Wednesday June 5/Thursday June 6 2013
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World

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