melissaahowells

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2021 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   394413 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Here, After?

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)



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

Broken Things Are Beautiful

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

It No Longer Surprises Me...

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

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

I Long For Stars

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

No Broom Could Chase Me.


they came in winter
they came in spring
they were my legion
I was their Queen

they were the sightless
they were the wounded
they were the hopeless
treated without conscience
the invisible ones
but I saw them
and they sought me

I fed them
with little scraps
I fed them
with soft words
I offered courage--
the tender bites of my humanity
I saw in them
a likeness so recognizable
I saw in them
the right to be

they were they the chased
they were the banished
they were the despised
they were the hunted
they were the weeds

I wanted to help
to soothe and encourage--
to let them know
they weren't as lost
as they seemed to be

I felt their small hopes
I felt their growing fears
I felt their sighs of relief
when they saw me

but  Mother took her broom
and her spiked words
and scattered them
away from me

You are their Queen
ha
they are your beggars
they are your strays
they are a menace
drive them away

You-you
your cat Muffin
bring them home
as surely as a Pied Piper
attracts fleas
then slinks away

one day I came home
from school
and Muffin was gone
thrown like trash
pushed out into the cold garage
a farmer came in winter--
took her away

now my cat
and our minions
have been disposed of
and I feel lost
just like
the strays

I was their Queen
they were my legion
they were my comfort
the ones I
could understand

I saw their hearts
in the middle of their faces
I saw myself
my unusual persistence
no broom would ever
chase that indignant heart
in me away.....



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM--FEBRUARY 4 2021 9:42 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY AND REGISTERED  COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD







Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address