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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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Burying the Dark


ONCE
I was young and smaller
wading in my thoughts
down by the river
the water waited then
shimmering in the light

I
a young woman with corn silk hair
and eyes so blue
the sky envied her
and bluebirds stared

back then
water was my refuge
flowing currents were my release
down by the river,
the clouds forgive

by the river its
a time to forget how
I wanted to leave
the earth quietly--
it was not so long ago

here,
I found my heart even
and much quieter

then,
my high pale cheeks altered
my fierce face framed in fright

the two-tone wing tip shoes turn in mid-air,
pink laces flying backwards
and somehow caught,
suspended high in the wind
while my right arm cast itself backwards
to fend and defend....

the woods across the road
beckoned
like the deer I was
I ran
my thinness couldn't save me
but anger, perhaps,
could
so I flew
and struck backwards

years later in the dark
the white panel van still glistens
its heat rising in the glaring sun

his dull dirty uniform reeks
and the dark blur of horn-rimmed glasses
hovering above my freckled nose while
his fixed blank black eyes bored in

how do I catch myself...
but I must try and
dare...
with my own frail flailing arms fluttering
backwards...
yet, still, somehow
forgetting now
how hard it's been to learn to breathe.


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AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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