melissaahowells
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at night
i leave my body and go wandering the bed is relieved and full of a thousand happy kittens of regret and dissent a wounded dog clings to me for comfort and I pull her in the wolf pup nuzzles too in its wildness it has lost its mother in the distance a Kodiak bear bawls knowing the woods which were once so vast and primevil are now disappearing and nearly gone the little lion of my heart flems and whirs as he watches the slime trail of a small snail as it makes its final trek across the brick as the sun rises its mighty beams outlining its fall to the pavement hearing the calls abd the foot-falls of other animals human and otherwise in a fog I speak to them in my mind it will not be long step lightly and return before sunrise-- all of you vampires and ghosts or you'll no longer know a knowledge called home billowing blue-grey clouds gather themselves up in the stratosphere i have climbed here to these filmy mountains before reaching out I still touch the face that is a universe and leap waving at the shell-house which was once me calibrating the tunnel that is upwards into the glow of light I close my eyes in trust my truth is out there all my tears trailing behind me become the falling rain of fading memory traveling earthbound slowly at five miles per hour. Legal copyright for this poem/ 4:31pm PST 6/19/2021 time and date stamped and also for this writer/poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted and REGISTERED site title MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD STRAIGHT FROM A WAKING DREAM FUELED BY FREE ASSOCIATION THAT COMES FROM DAILY DEALINGS WITH..... 11:32 A.M. PST June 19th 2021 re-edited for clarityof thought and metaphor. Vote for this poem |
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