WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio🙂

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Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell

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a coffee can and a box of…

Beth kept her hopes and her dreams in an old coffee can

secreted away in the back of the pantry

it was the only  place for them

she daren’t keep them in her head

for fear they might just slip out of her mouth

no, that would not do at all

they wouldn’t tolerate any such nonsense

’cause her dreams weren’t their dreams

so she just had to keep them safe for now

and at least, there in the can,

they wouldn’t be crushed or forgotten

Beth kept her money in a tampon box

in plain view in the bathroom cabinet

the one place she knew for sure it would never be found

(he would never touch them and she was past that time in her life)

spare change mostly, left over from running errands

some weeks there wasn’t a nickle unaccounted for

occasionally she was able to squirrel away a dollar

still her “get-the-hell-out-of-here” fund was slow growing

it had taken years but she finally had enough (not a lot but enough)

and she was excited to be going

she would live her own life and never look back

Beth knew

there was no hope of ever pleasing her

and he would never STOP

that DNA wasn’t everything

and courage wasn’t genetic

so with all her “crazy thoughts” in her head

a backbone and her “attitude” firmly in place

she left with nothing

except a coffee can

and a box of tampons.

~Melanie Thomason

 

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she refused

she refused

to drop her gaze

or weep

or display her shame

in any other way

though she knew it was

what was expected

she didn’t bother to cake on makeup

to conceal her bruises either

she was tired of hiding

let them draw their own conclusions

about her most respected husband

let him be judged and found lacking

not that she would be around to see it

because today, with head held high

was the day she walked, not ran, away

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

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ricochet

 

behind white blinds

drawn tight

angry words ricochet

some hit

some graze

out of view

of prying eyes

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

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pedaling poet

I was just outside

pondering my inability

to produce any post-worthy poetry

when a drunken poet

rode by on a bicycle

performing spoken word

loudly

for the neighborhood

I only caught part of it

as he pedaled past

in the dark

but I’m sure it was beautiful

and profound…

“…camero burning rubber

Danny Glover

got to wear a rubber…” — the Pedaling Poet

 

You have to admire his confidence to share his words with anyone who was listening.  Got me to thinking that I should just post something whether I think it is “post-worthy” or not.

 

~Melanie Thomason

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softly silent

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daffodils

silently trumpet

the new moon

that crept in

softly and unseen as a

cat on padded feet

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

 

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catch

 

scattered thoughts,

words

swirl

skeetering by

at the edges of my mind

causing that “tip of the tongue” feeling

but nothing gels…nothing firms up

poetry refusing to be forced

will not be written or spoken

instead

the lines catch  in my throat

aggravating already swollen vocal cords

I fear a broken voice.

~Melanie Thomason

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pretty please ;)

excuse me,

I hate to ask ,

but can I borrow your muse…

just for a little while?

you see mine has gone on vacation

(at least I hope it is just a vacation)

and she seems to have forgotten to tell me where she has gone

or when she will be back for that matter.

I know your muse is completely different from mine

but still…just a jump start, just a whisper?

 

 

 

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