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ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Miss Tilt-a-World@

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

Tender Love New And Quick...

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

the day is yet unbroken

the stars have not gone out

its nearly silent

a time of day

I like to be about

its as if I am the only one

in the world

and my company is the

ticking of the clock

and the humming in the power lines

its august

later in the year

but I feel effortless and promising

a softer stillness inside me stirs

a zephyr brushes against the back of my neck

and lifts my hair

the kiss of the wind makes me

glad to be awake

I write my name in the air

this time so mine

it feels good to feel less pain

I'm so glad to be awake

and then to hear

the first trill and chatter

the persistent chitterings of life

of just the natural world

and then I turn on the radio

and the world intrudes

Elvis Presley is dead.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11/3/2021 7:32AM PST
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MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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