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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

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Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

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Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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Hello Grief...


if grief has a language
its the internal
spreading inward to outwards

I won't keep me
locked away inside
and hide myself
I need to know
my Grief

Hello
I say
Are you my Friend
Informer
Confidante?

as a creature of hope
I find myself tied to you

Grief
keeps me alive
connected to what's real

sometimes Its expression
heals
reconnects me to the reality
sometimes that reality is
confusion

Grief knows many names
is over-whelmed and emotion-filled
but sometimes chooses an emotion-less face
yet
I'd recognize Grief
anywhere

have you ever invited
Grief in
had a conversation
made It more than a stranger
there's no danger in it knowing you...
only in running
further away

we've gained something tangible
through our mutual association:
I've found a Listener, Brother or new Sister
perhaps a Father or Mother
perhaps a small long lost animal self,
I know a good and listening Friend

Grief is the Star
at the center of the universe
and near my end

How It keeps me connected to Earth
connected to those
who are both
unlike and like myself

Grief re-arranges relationships
to everyone/everything
all that lives, sees, flies and crawls
Grief connects me to the Infinite
and the Finite in Us All

the continuous circle

Hello Again, Grief
again
thank you for letting me know
and letting me in
how I'm still here

I'm connected
I'm still here
I am human.

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POET/WRITER/AUTHOR MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
fEBRUARY 21, 2018 11:58 PM PST

re-edited Feb 27, 2018 3:32pm PST
there were some edits I didn't make
and spelling errors. good thing I returned.
re-edited 4/17/18 2:09PM PST for clarity and continuity
legal copyright for this new version and its author/writer
Melissa A Howells.





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