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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Great Spirit


my great spirit does not live
in a book
he could not live there
it is too small of a place
and those words are others' words
which do describe their experience
but it is not mine

my great spirit lives everywhere
in the colors of the earth and the sky
in the calls of birds and the voices of the wind
in the stones I collected as a child and put in my pockets

my great spirit does not hate or discriminate
he observes, counsels, hears and knows
he sees all but without eyes
and notices how
I talk from my insides
when I need to be heard by someone wise
one who doesn't have wisdom measured in mere years
but in limitless experience

I need no words to feel a shift
where my heart is
I often see what others might not notice
as a sign

he shows up even when I haven't asked
and I realize I wasn't as alone with my cries
he is in my legs as I walk and dance
he is in my hands as I paint and write
he is in the sun
he is in the blanket of the stars
he is in the cat or dog come to greet me
and in the child who smiles and stares
he is in the mountains
he is in the cooling water
and in the rain as it touches me everywhere

thank you Great Spirit.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
WRITTEN 2/13/2020 11:48 AM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED
SITE TITLE--MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
AND THANK YOU ONCE MORE GREAT SPIRIT.





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