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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 Vote for this poem |
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