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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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The photographer snapped a picture
of a Mother Rhino and her young calf.

"Its amazing to capture a picture of them
together here in their natural setting!"
he exclaimed beaming.

In the background,
I observed tall matted grasses,
last night's sanctuary.

In the near foreground,
I see the young male calf
winding in and out of his Mother's legs,
weaving a chain of interdependence and connected-ness,
his sweet expression is appealing,
a deep smile.

Reappraising their surroundings,
I take note in the "natural environment there are
well-worn tire ruts in the muddied road
criss-crossing the fields
and wonder at the excision
of the wild
in what remains
of this last documented wilderness.

Copyright April 26 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
All poetry/prose/rants/ideas are the legal property of this writer
Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World

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