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THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

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

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME



After Wide Sargasso Sea

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

Words Between Edward And Jane

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

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

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

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)

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THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME


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the cool tile in the kitchen
remind me its morning
and quiet as a prayer
I feel the early silence

I've survived one more night
of memories
to wake to do a simple morning routine
I began practicing several years before

its the everyday
usual-ness that connects me to
my life
these simple ministrations
are touchstones


the labored pumping of the coffee pot
the magic dark elixir which enables me
to face each new day

the mechanical rhythms are the breathing
of ocean waves combing the shoreline
of dawn
who'd ever thought that coffee machines
breathe like human beings....

I lean into the kitchen sink
rising and rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet
to my toes

my eyes are blinking
as I try to conjure up
the person I was
only one year ago

I was more of me back then--
now it takes a stiff jolt of coffee
and then the cacophony of early morning crows
to break this spell
called daylight

HELLO
I whisper to my black-suited friends
clamoring outside the balcony for almonds

I feel I don't know who I am
until that brief moment of joy
when I hear the crows calling to me

then I put myself away
fold myself neatly along
my worn-in creases
returning to my insides
after I've tossed a handful of almonds
over the balcony

I'm the girl who doesn't like to be touched
by strangers
but the crows
they touch me.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 2017 MAY 26TH  7:11AM PST
TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED POETRY SITE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@\\


NOTE: I FOUND THIS POEM TUCKED IN AMONGST A WHOLE LOT OF
RAMBLINGS AND WRITINGS FROM 2017 AND DECIDED IT DESERVED A SPACE HERE
WITH THE REST OF MY POETRY...SO I EDITED AND PUT IT HERE TODAY
OCTOBER 24TH, 2022 11:01PM PST...SO THAT IT COULD FINALLY BE READ.





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