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How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It



Wishing Them Onto Better Days

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

Tender Love New And Quick...

The House Is Alive

Little Bundle I Call Joy

the wonder that always shall be...

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

Cat's Speach

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

Life Among Clouds

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

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

early wake-up conversations...before the coffee's poured

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

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Odd Things, Odd Thing.....


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...."


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10:25AM PST //3/28/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD.






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