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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?

Tender Love New And Quick...

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

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

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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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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