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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)

Yes, You--There

With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In


Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

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


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All Too Clearly Now

most are pleased
having words dedicated to them
I'm fairly certain
you would not be

I see you
all too clearly
it is as if someone turned off the sun
and made you the center of the universe

I think you'd wish me dead

I know I have been gone
or at least missing
for nearly as long as I have been alive

the problem then is
seeing you all too clearly
I'd rather not see you nearly
this well

the spit and polish of you melted away
the veneers between us worn thin
portending an expanding emptiness
the eventual super nova
and then decay

you regale in how you believe
I never knew you
well I almost wish I never knew you too
at least the person you've become

I will concur
I don't have to be demure to say
I'm not one wit like you

best to declare our irreconciable
that is what the difference is
between us
you so ready to give up
me the ghost and all her memories

the truth is a songbird
singing far off and flown away
and you are tuneless
no song of love for me today
or any other day
your heart no longer hears mine beating

like bad weather
I cannot wish you and your
clouds away
like part of my past and blood
I can not
exsanguinate you*

legal copyright for this poem/work
12:41pm July 3 2018/time date stamped
and also for this writer Melissa A Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

*when something is exsanguinated...the blood is removed...
completely drained...when it comes to ties of blood; however,
the blood is much more difficult to remove

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