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A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

Just Beyond The Door

Great Spirit

Elise, Elise



MOLECULES

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

threading myself through the river of night

After Wide Sargasso Sea

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Dragons

HOW

EVENTUALLY...

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

morning thoughts (begin again)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

A Man Of The Clouds

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender

Encounter Before Dawn

Shedding Your Skin

Liminality

How Does It, How Do You Matter?

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

I WILL RETURN

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Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)



Hope
is an open of sky
with a single star
that sees you
only you.

As It blinks back
you know,
finally,
you've been seen.

When the horizon
pinks
a new sun
will rise
in you.

You will begin
another day.

There will be a gathering
of light
in each step
you take...
then,
a fledgling of wings
as you feel your flung forward
fluttering
then flying free.


I woke up with this in my head.
For me, its significant.
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS LITTLE POEM 6:30AM PST APRIL 15 2019
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THINKING ABOUT GRANDPA T THIS AM ON THE EVE OF WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN
HIS 120TH BIRTHDAY. HE WAS ONE OF MY FIRST MAN CRUSHES...LOVE YOU
WALTER WILLIAM THOMPSON.  MY LOVE FOR HIM LED ME EVENTUALLY TO
MY LOVE FOR "B"   BOTH WHO TAUGHT ME WHAT LOVE IS.







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