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TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

MOLECULES

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..



The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

The Legacy List

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

Wisdom of the Infinite

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

So Glad I Met You

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)

The Differences

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Out On The Street

Taking Up Alley Living

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Liminality

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

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********

inside this cell
(where I live)
I type away
inside this little cave
(my heart)
and there are many more like me--
of my kind
in equal cells and caves
who scribble or type
and pound away
on little clicking keys
punch on clacking plastic making words
sentences for ourselves to read
and trying to make sense of it all--

but who will read us
who will care
this is not even a page
it cannot be burnt
nor is it indellible

all words fade away as I age
I've seen those living in little cells
I've witness words pouring from caves
streaming out from fading eyes
crumbling pie-crust dreams

the unspoken hopes of sputtered-out youth
the long agos of what could have been

what is now
within this little cell
inside my tiny cave
and in
the smaller places where I dwell

the large pains I share with the few
I manage to hold onto now
I do my best to share
using clicking keys
to write brief sentences
which could never contain within them
an entire life

how does it come to this
this smallness
this meanness
this estimation of one's life?

********

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN FROM THE HEART DIRECTLY TO THE KEYS
7:52 pm  PACIFIC STANDARD TIME--TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS
FADING POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALL COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
IF IT DOES ANY GOOD AT ALL...ONE MORE CHECK IN FROM
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

edits 11:26AM PST 9/13/2019 I think this will make much more sense
to those who previously did not understand.





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