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I prefer the night
the smooth skin of it the deceptiveness, the savory peace that comes with restlessness there's not a flowering field nor an ascending plateau nor roiling ocean of stars I've not plied with my mind I paint them all differently the moon is sliver of austere green the sky, navy-blue and shimmering with iridescent light strings of pearls the outlines of ancient tales of long dead Goddesses and Gods I'd never be pale nor waning but round and flush-pleasing a transfiguration of altering re-framed within the limitless heart and mind of a hopeful child its best to be untamed and to let my hair winnow in the air and unravel the pleasure that comes with knowing I am always wild I know of nothing like the boxing of the ears and the means of holding back with leashes, bridles, bits and jeers I've developed a singular language of my own I've built my nest I borrowed nothing it could be a lair within the ground an aerie in the clouds wherever I am will be home. LEGAL copyright for this poem 8:53PM PST May 4, 2021/TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD NOT QUITE SATISFIED WITH TITLE. THIS IS A POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE. MAY RETHINK SOME OF IT LATER...IS A SORTA/KINDA MANIFESTO Vote for this poem |
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