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a sharp intake of breath a gust that would flatten buffalo grass on early Spring prairie days I've realized how high my anvil thoughts have been filing in my head watch how they billow and rise congregating into a gathering storm 70,000 plus daily thoughts Quantum Physists have theorized-- I've created them each and every day like the overly-active electrons they are, bombarding and battering the space between the whorls of my ears depriving me of peace and sleep they join the thoughts of 7 billion others who also breathe and have the ability to create chaos or release they rotate and shift sidewinders leveling what certainty and solace there might be or ever has been thoughts tinged with green-yellowed hues tattoes you can't quite undo transform and scar my skin a landscape where I'm attempting to hide who and what and where I've been here within my home station few trains dock or merge arterial tracks to my heart have been in ill repair the map of their travels erased my heart needs no other passenger(s) the station's music is a lively dirge I only travel now outside my body and back within the universe of my unrefined mind there is no lack the restlessness I conjugate the subjects and verbs I write may continue on to circumnavigate long after I have died a whirling kind of evidence that I was once alive forever kinetically connected to the brain that was my hive who do I think I am never as they've named me too busy with their lives they were to ask or consult me about my own nor tame me the train tracks are gone the station's doors all closed I wear nothing now especially not the uniform that was not my own find me wearing my pale suit of skin playing at puppets with my gnarled feet and hands I give you my final estimations in the waning of the fallen night near my last day's end see the trailing sparks see the little flocks of fireflies see my Cheshire smile grinning bright keen I am on all my calculations oh what fine physics before me, lies...... LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM APRIL 15 2023 7:49PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME TIME AND DATE STAMPED. AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/AUTHOR/WRITER SINCE SHE WAS 5 YEARS OLD--MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTTEN AND LEGALLY REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD I'm thinking about my Grandfather Thompson...and how he was born today and how he did his best to love me as I was/ Thank you Grandpa Walter William. You and only you knew how hard it was for me to earn and study my way through Journalism School I love you always. Thank you, WWT. For the time being, I've voted for the ambiguity of the last line...in the future I may alter it once more and remove the comma...oh what a great difference a little line can make. re-edited for clarity and finer defintion 4:37pm PST 4/17/2023, much improved.... Vote for this poem |
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