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And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)


( I had a dream not unlike a dream I once had before where I'd been invisible
at first to only me...and then entirely invisible to all by the end of the dream.)


What should I do
with my vast fortune
of nothingness

the woods were talking
as they liked to chatter
in the wilds of the night

Who shall I send to find out
what happened to my life
Who is the keeper of my
yearnings and my strife

the wide-eyed owls were asking
as their question echoed
and bounced around in
the darkness behind my eyes

When will I know
that my words have become
meaningless

As the new sun rises to take your
shadow-secrets with you
at the breaching of next light

Where will my colors go
when I cease my breathing
those papers I treasured and piled up
as a lucky woman would count her good fortunes

there in the piles of trash in the landfills
there in fireplace grate with the ashes
in a colored heap
there goes your art and your passion
no lovers to treasure or keep your memory living
not even in their vespers nor their nightmares
as they wrestle with sleep

they will call you ashes
the wind will be your friend
and scatter you
you've been the witch
on the burn pile
you've been the necromancer
of broken hearts
this is your vast fortune
of nothingness

you will be called ashes
as you're
blown far, high and low
readily forgotten when you came
and even more readily
forgotten as you take your leave..............
( SO GO ...NOW)

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS NIGHTMARE POEM 5/1/2023 6:51PM PST MONDAY
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHOR MELISSA ANN HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYWRITTEN AND LEGALLY REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

TAKEN DIRECTLY FROM A LUCID DREAM FROM LAST NIGHT
MIGHT BE ATTRIBUTABLE DIRECTYLY OR INDIRECTLY TO MY EXPERIENCE
LAST WEDNESDAY EVE IN THE ER WHERE I FELT IT MIGHT BE THAT I'D
HAVE A HEART ATTACK OR STROKE. PAIN CAN MAKE YOU SEE IT ALL SO CLEARLY
OR IT CAN COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU IN A DREAM.





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