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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

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



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

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)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

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

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

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

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

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

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.....

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


today as I crossed the threshold
to the other world
the veil was pierced and I felt alive

the snow had been piling up for days
and even if I could go nowhere
I felt my feet really had a place to go

and when I arrived in the uncrowded market square
I glanced across to the wide expanse of trampled snow
and in it were a hundred-thousand footprints
of those I used to pass
but didn't know

in that moment I felt I knew them
as I bounded across the street
deer-footed-fleet
to snowy knoll

I can't say exactly why
but felt compelled to follow my feelings
of joy expanding in my chest
as I approached the fields of snow

the prints
had such significance
it meant to me that there were still
so many still left alive
and they'd played here

my booted feet were skipping
and then I squealed out loud
as my boots joined the other little
deer-hoof mark
and I was dancing with the other deer-people
who'd muddied the drifted snows
throughout our public park

My arms reached for the sun
as she caught me in her glow
I have never been so happy
dapples of deer-human feet
within the dirtied snow.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11:47AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME/2/22/2021
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS ANS ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD.

WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE, WILL COME BACK LATER FOR EDITS FOR CLARITY
OF THOUGHT AND EMOTION.





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