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Storms


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they have been watered
and grown in water
my words
fueled with storms
and fury
packing the force
of F5 tornadoes
or category five hurricanes

here is the only place
you may have seen them

my storms
the ones flitting across my face
meteorological demonstrations
of the cataclysms
within
and sometimes
too
little earthquakes
betraying something of me
from underneath

I've been an ocean
disturbed by the tides of other moons
yet, no more

the moon and I are friends now
rough night no longer invades
storms do not possess the power to antagonize

I listen to
silence now
the crickets
the passing of the second hand
of the clock

my words and I are almost
friends
friendly

the ships in my head have docked
the winds have miraculously be-calmed themselves
God is in the Heavens
the Sandman
I've recognized
maybe even welcomed

everything is circular
the Weatherman
has found a new job now
in a far off town

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November 2, 2017 2:27PM PST
legal copyright for this work/poem/
and also for this author Melissa A Howells and also for this
legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

re-edited for clarity and precision of tone/idea
January 11, 2018/9:15am PST





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