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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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The Storm


from outer fringes of my balcony sky
clouds filling in
there's a lowering
the firmament glowering
the lightning filtering flickering in

darkness tickers
dark and light exchanges
twinkle twankles and jiggers
the ebony curtains widened
the world is split open to the sight

somewhere a thirteenth mile away
it approaches
it encroaches
the gathering of black growing line
like a gathering wing of bats
right above us
the sky moves and shudders
the silences sliced and shattered
the swirling cloud fingerlet downward smatters
the dank droplets splatter
the grey-green sky wails
and buckets down upon us streaks of hail

God is speaking
I am listening
huddle-watching from
my baclonied window
the trees and branches
bent over near breaking
like a reaching hand of slivering sails.


written directly to the page
editing later
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
8:07 pm PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED 6-5=20
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED
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