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Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month

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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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in explaining my most recent poem
do I become the Contrarian
sullen and smug
the one who thinks she's high and mighty
kicking over my stool
like its my throne
well there isn't one
I don't have one
this is merely an observation
agree disagree don't read
or walk away
you have the choice

trust me--ha ha
there is an endangered species
called trust

today in the laundry room
the upstairs neighbor
not MY neighbor
as we are not friends
and he is by no means ever friendly
says to me
"Now when I leave here, don't take my clothes out
of the dryer before its dry, got that."
then slams the basement door
huffs off
"got that."

he eyed me suspiciously
like I had done this before
it  was not quite 8:30 in the morning
rise and shine happy pilgrims

I had just fed the crows some leftovers
from the chicken which my boyfriend
had the store's butcher cut into pieces...
I fed them the leftovers
the liver, heart, gizzard along with other
morsels of brown rice, vegetables
and other meatier bits

I felt like a meaty bit
chewed up a tad
not quite spat out

the crows were more grateful
for my company
this cool rainy morning

I answered the upstairs neighbor
with a silent nod
too stunned and struck dumb
I was
even with one strong cup of coffee
already coursing through my blood

I arose from the funereal scene in the
laundry room
dusted myself off a bit
chose instead to speak
with the crows

(I had to forget the shaved-headed gargoyle with the tattoos)

who cried quite raucously upon seeing me
as they seemed happy enough for one
of my secretive hand-outs

I hoped they would miss me
long after I ceased to be
their neighbor

I knew
after a morning like this
I would surely miss them.



Copyright February 1 2015 ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THIS AUTHOR
MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
ALL RANTS/IDEAS/POETRY/PROSE ARE THE EXPRESSED LEGAL PROPERTY OF THIS WRITER


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edited February 2, 2015





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