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

Words Between Edward And Jane

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love



You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

We Are The Generators

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

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)

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

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

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

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Little Bundle I Call  Joy


I rock you close
fragile little bundle
I call you
JOY

you're
sometimes only days old
sometimes absent
without notice
while I impatiently anticipate
your return

immutable
inscrutable
I call you joy
but you fall through
the intimate spaces of
my small hands
evading me

wanting to be on your own--
you have your own place
with a lsecret ock and key
you're evasive
have a schedule of your own

when I find you
or you return
I'm relieved
to see you home
sleeping  with you
wrapped within my arms
the warmth
you radiate
warms me


I hold you gently
inhale your perfume
closing my eyes to curl my toes
a frisson
A SHIMMER
I SHIVER AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU--
thrilling precious fragment
that you are

I swear an oath
to cherish you cherish you
always
think of me as a space
a home
you can return to
and be yourself

precious fragile
little bundle
I call joy.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT 12:28PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME NOVEMBER 4 2021
TIME AND DATE STAMPED. AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET
LEGAL COPYRIGHT for Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally
copyrighted and REGISTERED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT--WORLD



the older I get, the greater at times, is the potential to lose someone
some idea, something, precious.  this is partially what this poem is
attempting to express...and also to appreciate when you are in that
moment with someone, that idea, that especially sentient being and relish it.





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