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I've been told I'm sensitive
there's nothing wrong with that maybe I lose more sleep than others do maybe I think too much maybe I see more than eyes should see I have a kind of second sight and feel within my bones and skin my emotions communicate across the prairies of my face I have lines I've earned though I've a younger face I cannot be but who I am I see in my own way I'm no mute witness to this current world-wide tragedy death doesn't make strangers into statistics I view this differently I see Death as electricity sparking a light bursting and then a small flurry like waning Roman Candle Light each time someone, some being leaves unplanned they create sky-tapestries shouldn't we all make a dramatic brief show a final sign that we were here we're all called to go yet I don't quite understand where the Ferryman takes us all and why there's so much room.... I know when Death takes , He leaves others behind-- we're the little candle flames the Greatest Darkness cannot yet vanquish nor yet put out I believe that everything has its source of light and each of us fights to maintain to the last breath... each tree, each blade of grass, each animal, each molecule each person singularly bleeds a spark of embers when it leaves and its flame burns out and the world turns in on itself and then reluctantly shudders as it turns yet another page what must the earth feel now being this eternal cataclysm of change? this flickering of fireworks isn't numbers nor calculations nor headline statistics on the evening news.... the numbers link to other breathing numbers the hundreds-thousand- millions uncounted left behind on the Earthly plain aren't you wondering, I'm wondering about this firestorm of dying lights tall of hose who we made final calls out but could not say our good-byes... as we held on to them tightly within our grieving hearts but not within our enfolding arms LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE 2/22/2021 11:41 AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME/DATE-TIME STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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