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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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CHRONICLER OF DREAMS


more than fifty winters ago
I was a girl avoiding
going home
playing at king of the hill
and pushing other child soldiers
down a small snow mountain

children avoid the painful
by playing hooky and games
don't they?

on the Odyssey home
I ran into two more monsters
two Catholic boys with murderous intent

my only ally fled across the street
and watched one of them knock me down
and break and bloody my nose with his boot

but now the story changes
because a dream has made it so
you entered from the air
a long lithe white comely cat
with razor-like talons

you frightened the boy-monsters away
and as I held my small hand to my nose
it still hurt but was no longer bleeding

you wrapped yourself around my legs
and marked me with your scent
and chirped like I was a favorite bird
the noise a happy feline makes
when its watchful and engrossed
considering a winged thing

but soon enough
the wrapped warmth around my feet was gone
vanished the way a cat leaves
and into the sky from which you always enter
another ghost

memory and present mix
and seem to make a recipe
within a dream is the only way
it seems you do come back to me


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS MUSE/POEM 2:22 AM PST OCTOBER 27 2022 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS DREAM CHRONICLER/POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPY-WRITTEN AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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