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the glommy heat has me
in its saran wrap grasp I'm glued into its tar paper mitts while the thick air tries to extinguish my breath I'd have perished long ago there wouldn't be any early ancestors to populate and conquer the world, no moving out of the great rift valley I'd have remained stuck in my cave wanting to be cool and speaking of caves and crawling out of one isn't that what 2020 was like for me for so many of us...realizing how we couldn't stay comfortable because the world had been transformed into a pit of uncertainty overnight and the only way we would've survived it all was to come out of our individual caves of despair and aloneness to reach out I made friends with so many outside my own small sphere and then there was you and me talking to you from the other side of midnight and you looking into my cave lit by the wavering light of my computer so many others may have repeated this action across the globe connecting through computer cables, nerve synapses and light-speed thoughts I miss you that way and how you were so novel and unexpected like a gift one would give to oneself if you might have the choice of anything we are now on the other side of this and the heat in my head and mind and heart is now triplicated by the stagnating outside such synergy rarely happens my inner fire continues to burn blue-flamed but I feel your flame is altered dying out to an ember and there's little I can do part of me knows you've always burned brightly and shone on everyone around you your light is too large to focus in one spot or on one person my heart leaps and sinks like the Lusitania not the Titanic each time I see you or hear your voice yet I know there will be no safe port to reach in my ocean I like my ancestor so long ago now curse the familiar coolness of that once respite cave. DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE, WILL COME BACK FOR EDITS /CLARIFICATION LATER LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 7/27/2022 7:01PM PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER 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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