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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

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

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

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

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Encounter Before Dawn


I awoke
throwing myself out of sleep
and blinked at the early cool dawn

there he stood
as if he were waiting
with a preternatural intelligence

he said to me
I'll be here long after your kind
is gone

his stare was steel
and his eyes looked at me
as if he was looking down a gun barrel
and I was at the other end of his site

my mouth hung open
but not in fright
it was awe

his disheveled bushiness
his scrawniness gave me pause
he persevered I hope
in spite of civilization's' unkind thoughts
and laws

I went to the refrigerator
and threw him a rare piece of roast
he ate it in one swallow

the pink in the sky was forming
maybe it was wisest then
for him to clear out

he bobbed and then,
turned himself in a semi-circle
as if he had reigns
high-stepped and light-footed off
his paws barely touching the ground

I saw him then hunker down
hiding in plain sight
near honking on-coming traffic

it took only a few bounds
for him to cross
and ditch humanity
the dusky dot of him
disappearing
into his own infinity

I realized then
I was holding my breath
with great relief
I sighed
leaving
a thin puff of air
which disintegrated
like a small cloud before me

turning then
I thought of bed
and shelter.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/EARLY MORNING OBSERVATION
7:53AM 2/19/2020 TIME DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

TO MEMORIALIZE AN ENCOUNTER EARLY SATURDAY MORNING NEAR 5AM
FEBRUARY 15, 2020





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