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

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM

Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

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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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