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For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021



IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

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)

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

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

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

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

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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

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Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)


hushed
in the shadows
darkness hides all
but the stars  and me

the silence is lush
a velvet carpet
choosing me
and hiding me
beneath its bent shoulders

enveloped in
Its supple fingers
a soft breeze
nibbles the nape of my neck
then travels
nuzzling shivers
down my spine

I'm up a tree
cat-like and kneading my claws
feeling the last crush
of Indian Summer's last heat

balanced
on leafless branches
swaying to the wailing whine
of the rising wind

I test the night
with my flaring nostrils
and the flick of a tongue
smiling and satisfied within

I've a toothy grin
and an appetite for
someone

glowing my amber eyes
shine on their own
paired with the slash
of my gorgeous red grin

a quick lick of my limber tongue
removes the smudge of my last meal

arching my back
rising and  finding the dipper
and the Hunter's star
leaping into the cool void
my nostrils flare
lifting up
the warm pulsing smell of warmed blood

some mortals shift restlessly
with the dust
some mortals sleep
as if entombedI
I impale with a thrust
of my kiss
and stare into
the weightlessness
of their failing eyes

giving up
their last heaving breath
I pull  the final thread

my approach is simple:
I practice
no clever lines
nor have regrets

I catch them
as they dream me
I claim the nightmare
which is
their death.





legal copyright for this poem 7:15PM PST 6/9/2021 time and date stamped
and also for this Poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

*** re-edited mispellings and for clarity and precision of image
June 11, 2021 2:47 AM PST time and date stamped.





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