defiant

yellow flower blooms

from beneath dead brown leaves

defiant beauty

~Melanie Thomason

11/18/2020

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want

head down

crying

at the why

chanting

screaming

moaning

black drunk

on the when

still

singing

the

sordid

symphony

of want.

~Melanie Thomason

11/16/2020

 

 

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Rose

Image by Joan Greenman from Pixabay

rose

fiddled with her petals

like a little girl in a frilly dress

dew drops glistening as jewels

as she swayed to the whispers of the wind

and waited for the sun

~Melanie Thomason

11/16/2020

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unlivedin -haiku

stumbling through the days

never chasing after dreams

a life unlivedin

~Melanie Thomason

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Gina (a short story)

Gina was tired, bone tired as they say. Her journey had been a long one and she was ready for the end.  She really was but first she just wanted a small respite, some comfort and sleep to prepare herself for what was to be her last official act.  There were only so many times she could run through the recent events in her head and she wasn’t coming up with any solutions anyway. She knew that she wouldn’t.  Her impassioned pleas for assistance had fallen on deaf ears once again so she knew she had reached the end of her journey. What she needed was to just not be conscious anymore, shut her brain off and rest.

She started looking for the ubiquitous road signs for hotels and motels up ahead.  As if on cue, Gina saw the sign for the Venus Bed & Breakfast.  She followed the directions and in no time at all she was pulling up in front of the most charming little cottage she had ever seen.  There were colorful flowers in every windowsill and the entire place was surrounded by a field of sunflowers.  It was gorgeous and Gina could already feel some of the tension melting away.  As she watched a butterfly flutter and land on her hand she felt a calmness that was alien to her.

The smell of freshly baking bread wafted through the open window causing her to salivate.  Gina hadn’t realized how hungry she was until that moment.  She went inside and was greeted with a fresh slice of hot bread with butter and jam before she could even check in.  “Heavenly,” Gina thought.

Her room was perfect too.  A cozy bed, piles of books served as the only decorations and there was a cat curled up in what looked like a perfectly comfy armchair. “Yes, if this is to be my last night, what a lovely night it will be.” she thought wistfully.

So it was.  The next morning, refreshed yet still determined, Gina went to check out of the B&B but found no one at the front desk.  She searched the cottage and finding it empty decided to just leave her key on the counter and go.  “After all,” she thought, “I have something to do and I don’t want to do it here.”  Then to her surprise the door wouldn’t open.  She checked the back door off the kitchen and all of the windows.  None of them would open.

That’s when she saw the envelope on table with her name on it.  “How strange” she thought as she opened and began to read the letter.

Gina,

Please find the enclosed receipt for one day at Venus B&B.  You did know that a day on Venus lasts longer than a year that you are used to?  Doesn’t matter if you were aware or not, you cannot leave.  There is no way.  The windows will not break, don’t bother trying.

P.S.  We do hope you enjoy your stay.

 

“What a pretty prison” she thought as she flicked the blade open and slit her wrists.

~Melanie Thomason

11/13/2020

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Dylan Thomas, whoever he was…

Dylan Thomas Quotes:

On life, on writing, etc

“My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.”

“Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.”
“I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me.”

”When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.”

”Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.”

“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.”

 

Poetry:

~”Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

 

~“And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days…”

 

~“Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night.”

 

~“Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”

 

~“They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.”

~“Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.”

 

Dylan Marlais Thomas was a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems “Do not go gentle into that good night” and “And death shall have no dominion”; the “play for voices” Under Milk Wood; and stories and radio broadcasts such as A Child’s Christmas in Wales and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. Wikipedia

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I been Norman Mailer’d

Norman Mailer Quotes:

  • “Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.”

  • “Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war.”

  • “Poems should be like pins which prick the skin of boredom and leave a glow equal in its pride to the gate of the sadist who stuck the pin and walked away”

  • “Every moment of one’s existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.”

Norman Kingsley Mailer was an American novelist, journalist, essayist, playwright, activist, film-maker and actor. In a career spanning over six decades, Mailer had 11 best-selling books, at least one in each of the seven decades after World War II—more than any other post-war American writer. Wikipedia

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“I learned the Truth from Lenny Bruce…”

Lenny Bruce Quotes that I  love…

  • “Let me tell you the truth: The truth is what is. And what should be is a fantasy a terrible, terrible lie that someone gave the people long ago.”

  • “Life is a four-letter word.”

  • “The American Constitution was not written to protect criminals; it was written to protect the government from becoming criminals.”

  • “There’s a lot of money in wars, except in the war on poverty. Can’t make any bread helping the poor.”

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