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OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

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

early wake-up conversations...before the coffee's poured

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)

The Better Poem

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

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

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

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

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

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

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

Marinate On This

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

Mister Misbegotten.

The Legacy List

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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

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

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

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Every One of Us Has a Door....


there is a pause
in the night
a crack to fall into
a closet door closed
in which there is no key
I am the only one to open it
it is up to me
I get lost here
but somehow I'm found

I can make the dreams
come around
and mix in whatever ingredients
I decree
its a rift
a valley
into the skin canyons of my past
making up me
and I populate it
with those I miss
and would like to see

here the snow falls gently
but its not cold
here the rain falls
and its never sad
here the leaves change color into the hues
I wish to behold
here
any fruit is always
in season
and plentiful
ripe and ready
for my extended hand

its my secret land
with many gardens
and many gently flowing streams
its a space where all can be possible
and it can change as often as I breathe
and no one feels pain

here the peace soothes and there's
music of every sort
filling in the air with joyous sound

instinctively
I know all their words
because the songs were written
with friends
all the animals I've had
and known return to me again
and dance with me

here--
clouds are for sleeping on
the earth stays warm all day
hunger and disease have been sent away

I visit this land
often
knowing
I know I can always return

every one of us has a door
which we can open and
to which we nightly yearn.


legal copyright for this poem 11/18/2020 12:45pm PST time and date stamped
and also for this poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally
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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

written straight to the page...editing later....thank you






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