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three crows flew by
their tail feathers unzipping the sky and all the blue fell out like robin's eggshells crushed and falling in Spring uncommon January weather the putty colored skies decided for themselves-- no more malingering you can imagine Hell you can conjure Heaven you can make of bread dough any molded and panned result a consequence or commbined basic ingredients is it our your failures that tell you/us lies? Crows have always been songbirds just as Robins are and bluer skies hide behind grey skies you can choose to button up any instance of possibility or you can choose to unzip the sky and fly don't rely on good luck nor chance nor some later dryer day nor consider you require the ambition of crows to imagine a better day you can because its within you you can because you're here and you're alive even when it seems too dire a simpler solution just to die you can I can and will tell you you can you don't need anyone's permission slip you can move forward you don't have to sign a thing nor repeat it often listen to hw your heart infroms you otherwise with its beating wings not its lies you can because anyone can paint a difference you can because you're not a serf or boss then you can because you can and can't let others whittel you down to their description nor insistance and you can because the night falls after the day and continues and continues forward on you can because you say so to yourself each morning your opinion mattersm look into your mirror consult your spirit and rev up your engine you are the mountain rising upwards robins flying south all your wing's remembered winters and the sense of release and relief behind them helping you to align with the courage of your convictions see how you can lasso the howling green werewolves banish the tears between the nightmares... to witness the cobalt Blue unzipped away from earthly cares and cradled within cummulo nimbus and cumulo stratus to join the universe to be transformed to be the sky. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE/ 1/8/2022 DATE AND TIME STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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