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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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The Sky Reflects


the sky reflects
yes

the sky reflects
what I reflect
how I reflect
it thinks as
I would think

grey on grey on grey
with little spots of blue
in between

and here now:

the crow bobs in
hops flops nearly falling down
then startled
takes wing
I am in HIS wings
flying

I see in him
my blacker self
feathers askew
and a halting gait
lop-sided

we mind how others mind us
or do we
mind
how we are deemed
to be

his voice
is my voice
betrays a certain vibration
annoyance or
a choice

I hear his loneliness
a cry
that is a cry
of me


is his call
defeated
beaten down

scorn-filled
a bitterness or pall
is it pain or bad chance
or the un-simplification of
some great difficulty

yet
how I am rooting for him

see how his
courage propels him upwards
as he one-foot hops
into the sky

it takes a lot
to stay
alive
and
to fly above
the fray of
continually scattering
feathers

do both crow and I
being born to the flock
find the need of
lone flight (a lot)

is this the reason
I crave the wide plains
of sky?



Copyright May 23, 2014/All Rights Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells/Tilt-a-World

Copyright June 11/2015 re-edited All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World/Copyright Site Title
All ideas/rants/poetry/prose is the expressed legal property of this writer.

Thank you kindly for reading.  I write this poem in gratitude for a return to
health. The crow gave me hope.





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