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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

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

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

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

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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For My Brother T. J.   ( 7/15/2022)


I
pinged you in the Wallowa'S
I
sent the Spirit Bears
on Alaskan shores
I wove myself
through the Buffalo Grass
I dug with claws
through snow

You lost yourself
twenty-three times
I dread the twenty-fourth

the hunter in the sky
pulls back the bow and takes aim
we've both tried our tracking skills
to no avail

you evade
and you go
and you are every where
but never at home
not in your body or your mind

I forever seek
but shall not find you
and there's no memory that might
remind you of the now
and how you and I are linked
to a shared past

when did we last
look into one another
with lapis eyes
mine see and realize
I can't help you
return back up the winding road
where you left the boundaries
of our unfolded map

your face is
carved out of mountains
chiseled to bone
weathered  and wasted
I still do my best
to recognize you
( I might know your gait
if I was walking behind you...)

I ask the coyote to cry
your name into
the star filled skies
I ask the winds to whisper words
into your ears as you dream stark dreams

we're one day's journey
in between
I'd have you join me here
to my inner visions of you
though you've been so long gone
from my eyes

the years are a blizzard
the years are a wild river
erasing the shoreline
that now divides in between us

at one time
your face was my pinnacle
my zenith
one out of none to admire
in our brief family

I want you back
tell me, is there some way?

written directly to the page in the middle of the night near
the lip of the ocean as she speaks to me in dreams
and rocks my bed upon her shores


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:42AM PST 5/24/2022 AS I , WITH DREAMS, PULLED FROM SLEEP
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD.





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