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odd things comfort me
like the growl of distant thunder a full golden moon dancing the talking of the night wind the thrashing of branches a sudden crack of lightning and the knowledge I'm hiding in the velvet of darkness I've always been hiding I've had a distant yardstick held before me as I flinched a rotted carrot dangling I know a language of diminishment and words which would bury I don't like close places I don't like many people close to me at times I haven't liked eyes especially when they don't match the smile I've been managed and distanced and measured and my nerves have been distressed and pulled out my Mother Bird plucking me to be groomed I am not sweet I am bitterness and not wanted... my blood is wormwood green I only know what its like to want kindness and know something else and then later to do all I can to create the opposite am I a butterfly hovering over a raging fire or am I a mountain lion stalking or am I a deer hiding in the wood or am I a hummingbird hungry for every flower the owl seeks the night and knows its great powers I know I can see through words straight into the middle of someone's thoughts I detect lies fears inconsistencies frailties and molecules of yellow light lonely in the day lonely in the night and oh so complicated but not really just a child within a large body just a child with large expanding eyes and a child who was not one and a woman who would be one still if it weren't for inheritance odd things you are, I am "an odd thing...." LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POETRY 10:25AM PST //3/28/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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