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The Loving Art

I Long For Stars

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)

The Stars Go Out

OUTER SHELL



WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

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

After Wide Sargasso Sea

early wake-up conversations...before the coffee's poured

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

Great Spirit

I Came From Water

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

The Better Poem

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

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

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

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

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

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

Broken Things Are Beautiful

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

It No Longer Surprises Me...

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

The Legacy List

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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No One--I Know Who I Am


No One
likes to be marinated
nor boiled down to one hard word

my Momma kept my hair clipped
for her convenience
shorn
and exposed
like a boy

excuse me SON
he said
I'm not a boy
I said
he repeated the offending sentence
I"M NOT A BOY
I yelled
and quickly off-ended
the offending shin

limping away
he remembered

I'm an OLD SOUL
I whispered tightly
under my sucked-in breath
offenders must not make a show

I gave him a sweet
in the shape of my heart
he did not know
it was my heart
and so he laughed

valentines
are the fools
of fifteen year olds
who have the hearts
of elephants
and the illusions
of butterflies
and the hope
of a hummingbird
testing each flower
for the nectar
of love
but
craving only one

I was a GIRL
in his eyes
slant eyes needing glasses
a correction that would never
have allowed him to see
who was in front of him

not a girl
but a capacity great
for love
the sweet being its
frail melting offering

years later
the wife
not the competition
using the same word to
outline my existence

I'm not a GIRL
I never was one
didn't have the chance to be

look at me
wear your glasses
I AM
the OLD SOUL

I think you need
correction.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
5:05 AM PST AUGUST 2 2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED
SITE TITLE NAME: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD






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