melissaahowells

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2022 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   455076 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


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

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

That Once Respite Cave

We Are The Generators

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters



Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

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

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)

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

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

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

The Nature Of Water


the rain's coming
its always been here and there
part of the universe

its been called
welcome unwelcome perverse

the cleansing and washing of sins and the curse
the water that feeds and destroys and the worse

it reminds me of the traveling of all things
and how we all are each
unstoppable

time is no measuring but a river of passing
where's the room
the movement
the moment
the whore
who'd decide to stop and linger

there are stays even unloosening
yet no holds to hold onto
where fingers and hand might dock and moor

my hands are not so deft and strong and able
to capture and cradle
the water I'm thirsting for...

its best not to forget but to forgive
the tears like the water the river
the impermanence the ocean and sea of it all

there are word beneath the water
and tears talk like mouths
listen like rain yearning
who suffers and suffers all fools
and the misunderstanding of foolishness
that comes with the call

there are no singular meanings
of words and their leanings
but truth and love live there within

the baby crowns his mother's womb
arriving though he's leaving much too soon
the electric currency that drives a raging heart
unseen or not noticed still moves though it appears
receding

the bliss which lives in your looks
exit the cochlean canal of my ear
and my small hands reach for it as
exits stage-left and stage rear

longing is like the rain
forever nearing
forever receding
uncontrollable untamed wild

to be within your shadow
to know your shade
to feel your sun
to drown in your rain
and then to somehow seep silently
within
and ride its course
again and again
to find if there's a journey
in the water of your heart
i've brought my oar
i've come to set my paddle down
won't you
can you
will you ask me to
stopping fording my canoe
and let me in

 (from a dream and from my many-rivered thoughts)

I may have mixed a metaphor or to...this is a work in progress
but I like how its begun...and that its start-again

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/1/2022 11:11 PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND  YES, REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





Vote for this poem