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TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

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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

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TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE


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the oven is hot
yet there is no bun in it
there is a large sweet potato instead

I am that "instead" person
the aside and after-thought
or someone you can't quite place
but tugs at your memory
sweet potatoes are like that (like me)
relegated to the dinner table
only at holidays
yet they are what their first name says
sweet
and require nothing else but themselves to be
delicious
yet still they are singular
each time I eat one
I marvel at the singularity of each one's taste
and the deep orange color
the hue which the sun tries so hard
to copy when it sets
and goes to sleep on the other side of the world

I am bright colors
and singular sweet potatoes
and I will be
even if I go unnoticed
because I matter to me

I'm  also my shadows and evasiveness
and will run away
from tight definitions
even gardens  can thrive
and grasp and grow in the dark

I'd like to be a sweet potato
growing in
Alaska in the Midnight sun
where there are more hours of light than
darkness
there the vegetables and fruits grow like trees
and boulders
pumpkins balloon up to 500 pounds
and are watered with milk and not water
so they reach proportions
that stretch beyond the mental grasp
of someone's ordinary imagination
every year in Palmer AK
there is a county fair where you can view these giants
and marvel and pose in front of them

would it be the same for people
if they were tended with such care
and adoring attention
would they flourish and become automatic prize winners
or would they
instead appreciate their own value
and prize themselves?

this may be a free verse poem
filled with seemingly disparate
interconnected bits and entanglements of thought
but it is my poem in which
to be free in

I create its landscape
I paint the vistas and the skies
and I feel its emotions and
fuel its observations
and splash them all over this page
like confetti constellations

a poem
primed from the imagination
of a human being who really
is just another kind of  animal
is a bit of torn tissue
living
taken from that human being
dare to be your own words
dare to be your own sweet potato
basking in the Midnight sun of Palmer Alaska

poetry does not belong
to the highbrows
nor to the kings and queens in the pantheons
of literature
it is the song of the soul of
every being
take you pen now
and see what you will write.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM, PENNED DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE ON 1/18/2022 3:00pm
PACIFIC STANDARD TIME////TIME AND DATE STAMPED TO ENSURE ITS ESSENCE AND AUTHORSHIP
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/TROUBLE-MUCK-MAKER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED...AND REGISTERED...YES REGISTERED...SO ITS
PROTECTED FROM THEFT OR PLAGIARISM...SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

I BELIEVE, NOT THINK, THERE IS A WRITER WAITING TO  REVEAL HERSELF/HIMSELF/THEIR SELF
IN EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING...SOON I WILL BE ENJOYING THE COMPANY OF A WELL ROASTED
AND VERY SWEET  DEEP FLESHY ORANGE SWEET POTATO...LUCKY ME!!!!





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