meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2019 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   321936 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
The Inner String

The Hoping

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Night Train



Nameless

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All The Changing....

HOME

Lonesome Love

two out of three people

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

The Little Bird Said

cat speech

Funny, Not Funny

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

Different

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Checking Out

Devious

Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

Last Night

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

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

from the tomb of three days sleeping



they're talking about me
like I'm not here.

moving in circles where
I no longer exist.
what is this?

where am I?

its peculiar to feel
so self-aware
when I'm not even a shadow
nor a shape in the
background where the wind
moves through.

just
simply not there,
not anywhere.

where did I go?

why do they whisper?
why can I not make out
the breathy words they speak?

silent worlds make me
feel a whole lot less comfortable
although I am erased from
any place my eyes
seek.

odd.
what's going on?

there's a raising of cups
the joke's being explained
but I am not here to share in
the laughter's refrain.

there ,
over in the corner
two eyes are peering out from inside
of a box.

how electric a shock
to be
silent
to be
so not around...
questions pour out
of me in
an avalanche.

when
echoing, in the distance
a shrill alarm clock rings
and I arise almost Christ-like
from the tomb of
three days sleeping.

no box,
still fully assembled.

I've been
dreaming.


Copyright October 11, 2013
Melissa A Howells
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World





Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem