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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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I catch myself
as I'm walking
as the winds of time
blow past

how they
catch me unguarded
thinking thoughts
so deep they're wrinkles
patterns of the past

imprints cross my forehead
the traffic lights of time
always changing me to find
myself mumbling
on the curbside of the street

a young girl's on
the other side of the street
the wind pushes to another open
keyhole door
someone there
a version of me
is where we meet

we are standing thinking
the sound of the wind
rushing pushing us forward

I look
into eyes I once knew
staring into youth
she stares into me
at myself

Copyright October 2, 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author/Writer
Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World (Copyrighted Site)
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