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A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

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)

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)

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

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

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

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

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AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN



its an enormous world
and underneath it we are all
under the same quilt of sky
the blueness of it
emboldening

one day perhaps you'll remember
the words I made
and how they were delivered
in between my sighs

or maybe it will all blend
as a storm does
and how the thunder arrives
and then recedes and is gone

my shadow short
my eyes of the sky
my hair twisted as a storm
my echos not remaining long

my poems not real poetry
but a litany of words
and impressions from a distant mind
and maybe an alternate universe

I tried to cross into your
ether
your solitude
and climb the walls which
closed you in
the trust called yours
not for my asking nor the taking

sometimes I've only known
the largess of my heart
when pieces were torn
and there seemed I'd lent it out too much
so that all of its parts
could not be put as one
and the end result was a
kind of un-subtle breaking

the sky is blue today
its a comfort but no longer the joy
it once was
to think we shared some warmth
together underneath of it
and called it something
called it regard
but didn't call it friend to love

it is hard and bitter fruit
the kind that doesn't ripen
and withers on its vine
the look of it lush and luscious
so good to eat
yet doesn't nourish the one
who would touch
and dream

dreams half-shared
indeed are rotten
half shared a blue sky
one day too soon forgotten

the rush the hush the quickening
of breathing wind
the sight I had of you
that first time
that I try to repeat in my mind
again and again
would I that you would come back to me
in that singular way
so that I could breathe in hope
and the night sky would become blue again.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1:11PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME 2/6/2022 DATE AND TIME STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND
REGISTERED SITE TITLE    MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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