meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2019 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   304194 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Wake And Remember

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)

Yes, You--There

I See A World I No Longer Fit In

Unknowing

Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Old Hunters Of The Fall

Silent Endings

All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)

Call This Our Autumn

Small Sentry

All Too Clearly Now

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity


**
****
******
****
**

he asked me to turn on the light

why?
I asked

because the darkness
frightens me
he said

but you are dead
I said
resigned

I don't like to be reminded
of where I am
the darkness reminds me so often
he said
then whimpered

I see
I said,
touching my eyes,
even the dead are lonely
and frightened

yes
he said,
we long for life
and it refuses to return

I see
I said,
hearing a movement
in the corner

we long for you  still
I said
and my heart crumpled

I heard his rustling
and words quietly spoken

( Mom,
do me a favor,
would you please,
he was chirping...
like a Himalayan cat does,
would you write this all down for me
dear
before you return to bed
would you please
remember
leave the light on
for me always,
please.)

I smiled
as I turned for bed
as I heard
his steady purring

straight to the page, and odd idea.
legal copyright for this poem/idea/work and also for
this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

title changed and edited June 14 2017 later on
in the morning.





Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem