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hiding
a sparrow behind a dark cloud an agate sinking in the sand a blue sky lost behind a storm my cave is my broken heart and its slowly over-taking my body. twisted a broken hanging branch my crooked leg dragging behind a cane my courage under restraint too worried about my impressions when no tracings of me can be found on the pavement the king got caught out in the cold and everyone stared when he wore nothing but himself is it like that-- no matter how much I shy away from the tide humanity barges in too too many of you interogate as to whoeever/wherever have I been then just as suddenly they leave when my poetry and poems are transformed into anti-matters, tattered bits of poetry of paucity they're fickle and I'm the pickle I'm the enigma I'm inertia personified so I bought my ticket to another side and I'm patiently waiting to leave will I be granted some reprieve (the smallest truth be told the ticket actually was free....) la-la-la life is a merry-go-around-what-comes-around a tilt-a-world a dizzy town the nausea of misery sometimes rains down to the nth degree and its yet another anti-poem describing the mockery of life the occasional misery is yours and all for free................. Anti-poetry...try it you might like it...it might be just what you need LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/ANTI-POEM 4:01PM 11/1/2022 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHORESS MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@@@@@@@ re-edited 7:44am November 2 2022. I think I like this much better. Vote for this poem |
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