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Blue Turtle Crossing

A Poetry and Photography Showcase - Spring Edition, March 2007, Volume 4

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Poetry by Bryon D. Howell

Clouds Will Block A Sun

You came on like a morning, like the sun.
You brightened up a somber, dismal day.
I truly thought forever had begun
until a sudden rain washed you away.
The clouds of white inside my head turned dark.
I needed you to shine for only me -
a fantasy which truly missed its mark -
just like the sun, you needed to be free.
You're shining now in some brand new blue sky.
All I have left are puddles made of rain.
I'm dripping wet with grief since your goodbye -
from knowing you won't shine for me again.
You came on like the sun. How you shined through!
Until the darkness of my clouds, blocked you.

Bryon D. Howell (c) 2007

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The Persistent Mirage

bryon d. howell

Bryon D. Howell is a poet currently residing in
New Haven, Connecticut. He has been writing
poetry for a great number of years. Recently,
work of his has appeared in poeticdiversity,
Red River Review and The Quirk.

My Wife, The Cat

I talk to my cat, she listens to me.
Say this and say that, how cool it can be!
She listens so close, I know she is wise.
She's smarter than most, in spite of her size.
She wiggles her ears with tunaful breath -
she calms all my fears, they meet certain death.
I just rub her face, while chatting to her.
See, life's a rat race, but I make her purr.
When I am all done with dumping my crap,
she'll stretch to the sun, then jump off my lap.
She'll go to the dish, all ready to eat.
She simply loves fish - the session's complete.
I don't need much more, I've got a great cat -
she never gets bored, she never talks back.

Bryon D. Howell (c) 2007

The Silver Lining

I think it's grand how changes come about -
change comes with time, not many realize.
The hands of fate can move all clouds of doubt
and dry the tears which fall from weary eyes.
I used to fear these changes 'til I knew  -
that every cloud must rain before the sun  -
can shine again and bring on skies of blue
and brighten up the world for everyone.
Not each and every storm which comes my way
can cause a flood or make an ocean rage.
When I was young, the rain would snuff my day  -
true faith in rainbows came with time and age.
I think it's grand that life does not declare
the kinds of days I have when storms draw near.

Bryon D. Howell (c) 2007

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