My heart not my own
music paints life of sorrows
and strength in the rain.
(this is a tribute to my
boyfriend's "rainsong")
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April 17- 2003
Untitled
Romanticism
daydreaming the brightest fool
forget all tomorrows
Sparrows build a nest
plastic wrap in the eaves of
a fast food drive-thru.
Gold dandelion
tosses her head in the wind
now only a halo.
We picked flowers
knitted crowns with our small hands
too soon old and frail.
Bumble bees swarm on
fragrant lilacs in full bloom
leave muddy foot prints.
The fog burrows through
quaking pines of the west hills
behind sun trembles.
Bridges to nowhere
riding the bus a stranger
looking for a home.
You lie still and I
lie wakefully to feel the
nights gray grip alone.
Rows of bobbing blue
waves in an open ripe field
the birds never hungry.
Copyright April 2003 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Recently rediscovered on January 5, 2015 and entered here
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World
all rants/poetry/prose/ideas are the legal copyright material of this writer.
***some of these selections will be later republished in a book/collection
as will a number of the longer poems throughout
Thank you for reading
