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TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

MOLECULES

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..



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

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

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

The Legacy List

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

Wisdom of the Infinite

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

So Glad I Met You

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

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

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

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

The Differences

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

Out On The Street

Taking Up Alley Living

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Liminality

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

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




as a child
tucked into my blankets at night
I'd pick the darker side
of the blanket
to be closest to my skin

I was convinced
it was much warmer
more comforting than
the white side

and nothing could convince me
otherwise

the main comforter tucked between my knees
and the other
--the chenille bedspread
pulled over my head
cloaking me
with only enough space
for a breathing hole

this was exactly how
I slept each night
of my early childhood years
blanketing my fears
of the door that
sometimes opened
in the middle of the night

when the ray of light
from the hallway
slid in
I became
frozen in place
slowing my breathing down
to that of a hibernating
amphibian
who wouldn't rise up out of the earth
until the warming breezes
the zephyrs
arrived and unthawed me
in Spring

my expertise at stillness
was the hinge pin
of everything

my safety
my silence
my sleep

I narcotized
my thoughts
numbed my mind
of what lay
on the other side
of the creaking door
like a stillborn chick
I didn't make one peep

as the child climbed
the ceiling
to be out of the way
of his/her reach
the silencing voice said
the words of the mantra:
please,
don't breathe....
don't breathe.



legal copyright for this poem 3/17/2021/ 12:21 Am PST
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

RELEASING THE DEMONS OF A PAST--TO SILENCE THEM





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