web ~haiku

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the patient spider

intricately weaves by night

delicate beauty

~Melanie Thomason

6/12/19

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prisoner

she is a prisoner to poetry

drinking in words as dark and delicious as coffee

listening to lyrical lines of joy or passion

to rhythms as soft as a breath brushing her cheek

or as fast and hard as hoof-beats

intoxicating rhymes tickle her tongue like champagne

she is a prisoner to poetry

and she need never be free

~Melanie Thomason

6/12/19

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Question

Image by Thomas Wolter from Pixabay

Question:

Have you ever mourned someone who is still very much alive?

~M.T.

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Remembrance

In the end we all become stories.

That doesn’t mean that the stories are true.

It doesn’t mean that the stories accurately reflect you.

And when the last person that knew you dies your story fades…

Until the last person that they shared pieces of you with then dies

And so on until your story evaporates into the ether.

 

I remember you

but through rose-colored glasses

you, only better

and with my last breath

I hope someone remembers

a much better me

~Melanie Thomason

5/08/2019

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The true story of Medusa…a poem

get out Perseus
I’ve said no
a thousand times
I want to be alone
you call me Monster
but it’s you who are the monster
forcing women against their will
keeping them in cages
using them
abusing them
denying them
you call me Gorgon
I wear the name proudly
you fear my power
my strength
I’m not here for you
leave
or I will kill you
the snakes hissed
and slithered
reaching for him
their eyes red with rage
you dare speak to me that way
he shouted
his hands balled into fists
and with one swift motion
his head hit the floor
I speak anyway I wish
said Medusa softly
this is my home
then she grabbed his ankle
and dragged his still body to the sea

 

See original by Gigi!

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Beautiful Friend

 

I could —

But there is Death to remember,

Jim’s beautiful friend,

there is the pain to remember

the pretty red thoughts of steel on skin

and the stinging bite as you slide flesh under blade

~

I could —

But there is a time for everything

and maybe my bones need not be ground to dust just yet

or maybe there is time left to dream

~

I am a butterfly in chains,

black booted, bereaved, all in sinner’s black

~

There is a time and place for everything

oh why is it so damn difficult

this business of love and Death

and oh what a mess

~Melanie Thomason

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Easter

Image result for jelly beans

 

chocolate bunny

sits atop a basket of brightly hued plastic grass

surrounded by a sprinkling of jelly beans

and colorfully dyed hard boiled eggs

an Easter basket

 

*though for me its all about the chocolate!

 

~Melanie Thomason

reblog for Easter, originally posted 3/28/2018

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Easter Bunny~ haiku

 

Image result for chocolate easter bunny

oh, you do not hop

your ears, they do not listen

poor Easter bunny

your nose does not twitch

sadly you are not fuzzy

poor Easter bunny

 

Image result for chocolate bunny bite out of ear

yummy chocolate

ears will be the first to go

poor Easter bunny!

 

~Melanie Thomason

silliness originally written 3/28/2018,

thought it would be an appropriate reblog!

 

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