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TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

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

Wild and Unraveling

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)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

I'm Out Of My Dreams 3/12/2021...the pain-body and dreams

The Legacy List

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

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Taking Up Alley Living

Out On The Street

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

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Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)


WHY
does the size of words matter?

yesterday I called the sky--
BIG

(so BIG it stole all that surrounded it)

what there was within it
was rendered, small,
the infinite swallowing the infintiscimile


children have their own kind of poetry
with metaphors like crayons and sidewalk chalk
to define how they feel and see

so, today
to the child in me--
the sky is simply BIG.

my little word, then,
strives to compare
the infinite
my slice of universe
made up of changeable clouds
that steer themselves
and grasp and ride on
ferris wheels of air.

its so endless
this lovely bigness
up there.

on this blue-sky day
which matches my eyes
there can be no bigger sky
no better light
other than this ONE
above
that my little-ness
embraces
and is so glad to see.


remembering yesterday and its colors...1/8/2021
in celebrating day number two of his birthday-days

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/9/2021  5:49AM PST
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

NOTE--WRITING SIMPLE POEMS IS LIKE REMEMBERING THE JOY OF
LEARNING THE VOCABULARY OF A NEW LANGUAGE...WITH EACH NEW LITTLE
WORD, THERE IS GREAT JOY IN LEARNING TO EXPRESS YOURSELF.





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