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For Another Mean New Sun.

THE POCKET DOOR

Dragons

Nameless

Night Train



HOME

Different

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

Funny, Not Funny

cat speech

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

Checking Out

All The Changing....

two out of three people

Lonesome Love

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Last Night

Only The Choice To Be

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

of my battered heart

Devious

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month

When People Go

Weak In The Knees

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Words

The Finisher's Song

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

The Times Have Come Back Of Great Want And Lack, This Is The New Great Depression

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The Finisher's Song


I'm the Finisher
the one who holds on
when she should no longer touch
things and words and memories
immutable and singular stuff
not of dreams
but more like nightmares

I'm the Finisher
I memorize people
and things are not intangibles
I linger in the essence
its essential
yet,
I've been told I stay too long

I'm the Finisher
I stare into space
until it no longer lingers
everything diminishes
grows shorter
even my hair
but somehow
I must finish all of this

Why do I need to be an occupier
of any stage
remember every moment
every anguish or rage
every love and every single age
and all to which it attached?

you only go round the bases once
I won't be coming back
is that the facts
there's no guarantee
to get it all right
even when
you finish

something's left
someone's left
undone.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY
COPYRIGTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
AND HOPEFULLY WITH THIS
I CAN REST
TIME DATE STAMPED 4;16AM JANUARY 26 2019
"IF THIS IS ANY ART FOR WHICH YOU CARE....

WOULDN'T IT BE NICE NOT TO HAVE FLAWS
BUT THEN, I WOULDN'T BE THE FINISHER.





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