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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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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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