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THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE


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TO ME
ITS COMMON KNOWLEDGE
THAT MOST VINTAGE PURSES
HIDE THEIR SECRETS
IN WHAT'S FOUND WITHIN

THEY ARE THE BONES OF A LIFE
LIVED
A PALEONTOLOGY OF PUZZLED PIECES
NOT QUITE ALL THERE
NOT EVER FULLY UNDERSTOOD NOR
ASSEMBLED

WHO KNOWS WHAT THEIR LIVES WERE LIKE?....

BECAUSE
TIME AND RANDOMNESS
INTERCEDE
AND PLY THEIR UN-DELICATE
FINGERS PULLING AT THE STRINGS
OF THE FABRIC
WHICH HOLDS ALL FATES TOGETHER

A HANKY SMELLING OF PERFUME
A MEMORY OF A LOVE-TRYST
AND THE LINGERING OF A SINGULAR TOUCH...
A BUTTON RECLAIMED THAT ONCE FELL OFF
THE DAY SHE NEEDED BADLY TO RUN
BUT GOT CAUGHT....
THE METALLIC CIRCLE ON A KEY-CHAIN IS
A TICKET OF DEATH TO THE LANE OF REMEMBRANCE...
THE MATINEE MOVIE STUB
A DAY ON THE LAM
FROM THE FACTS OF HER LIFE

ITS TRUE
WHAT THEY SAY....
THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

AND THE MIND CAN BE A MONSTER
WHOSE HUMANITY IS NOT YET
DISTURBED

THE HANDS THE ILLUSTRATORS
AND UN-DOERS OF THE OWN FUTURES

THE EYES THE BETRAYERS
AND THE SAYERS OF
BOLD AND BALD TRUTH

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW OF HER
CAN BE FOUND IN THE PROOF
YOU GUESS AT
WITHIN THE RECESSES OF HER PURSE...

VINTAGE PURSES KEEP THEIR OWN SECRETS
AND SOMETIMES OF THEIR OWNERS
IN THE CONTENTS
FOUND SETTLED DEEP WITHIN.


WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE AFTER A PRESCIENT DREAM
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:37pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
ON 3/30/2021 A TUESDAY///TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POETESS/AUTHORESS MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...

THANK YOU FOR READING...WRITTEN AND THOUGHT OUT IN BOLD ITALICS...XOXOXOXO
RE-EDITED FOR CLARITY OF METAPHOR 1:15PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME/3/30/2021 MAH





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