how they met

delicious urges boiled and simmered

as she watched the gorgeous man-boy swim

diving into the mist and spray of the sea once again

watching his bare skin glisten as he emerged into the sun

lying there on the beach she allowed herself to daydream

of feeling him against her, of tasting the salt on his skin

drunk on the thought, she languished, half asleep

not noticing his approach until she heard a voice above her

“Sorry to intrude but I was watching you watching me…”

and that is how they met

~Melanie Thomason 2/21/19

 

So my friend Gigi has been writing a series of short stories How They Met, spinning fabulous tales of could be couples’ first encounters.  If you haven’t read any of them, you really should.  Anyway she inspired me…and the above poem is a tip of my hat, if you will, to her.

 

 

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Awen

senses,

I remember the reap and feasts

of old,

I remember you.

There is a line of crimson-curled poesy

working deep inside

and it’s biting at my ribs

to be let out–

(this is Awen–when muse strikes and you are helpless before it.)

I’m trying,

oh I’m trying to live.

I’m trying to be real.

that’s what,

Shut Up.

It’s not like anything else I know.

~Melanie Thomason

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no way to live

A life lived in service of another

one, undeserving of such devotion

one, that doesn’t even see it

one, who professes to think so highly

one, who still has no clue

and how insulting is that from the

one, who is supposed to know you better than anyone else

You ask, How it is that you now find yourself

knee deep and questioning, yet again?

It is simple really

you’ve lived your life in service of another

undeserving of such devotion

~Melanie Thomason

2/20/19

 

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windowless room

Though the sky is clear and no storm formations have been reported,

there are potential threats to her well being and sanity. His presence

looms. His words at any time could become projectiles, hurling toward her.

hurricane force winds

rip and tear, emotions surge-

must seek safe shelter

close eyes, protect heart

can’t risk evacuation-

a windowless room

~Melanie Thomason

2/20/19

 

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math and baggage

we are but travelers here

picking up a few souvenirs along the way

i know things don’t always go right

and so i write

ya see I’ve never been good at math

but when I feel like i have nothing left

it all adds up to you

there beside me,

slightly to the left

making me more than one

and i know that i have won

I am worthy of love after all

and that particular piece of baggage can be tossed aside

cause i no longer have need of it

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

 

 

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after the fact

i hate you up on your high horse

hate you, not the horse, of course

you talk about how i caused you

so much anxiety

but we both know i had nothing to do

with your insecurities

guess you now believe all the lies

you’ve told yourself

as the inconvenient truth dies

on a dusty shelf

go ahead and enjoy your little victories

but only cause you’ve rewritten HIStory

~Melanie Thomason

2/19/19

 

 

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lint

wanting to write

waiting to write

I was encouraged to contemplate the lint in my navel

upon inspection I don’t even have that to provide a start

all it takes is one word, a beginning

all great works; start with one word

one note, one thought

yet here I sit…

wanting to write

waiting to write

~Melanie Thomason

2/19/19

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The Edge

always on the edge

of elsewhere

yet i’m ill equipped

for entry

into the ethereal

for it is not enough

to erase evil thoughts

even if they are exoteric

and emulation proves exhausting

which is exactly the point

~Melanie Thomason

10/20/18

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