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TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Wild and Unraveling

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)



Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

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

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

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

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

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

I'm Out Of My Dreams 3/12/2021...the pain-body and dreams

The Legacy List

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

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

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

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Taking Up Alley Living

Out On The Street

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

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Wild and Unraveling


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









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