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Stealing Lines ~NaPoWriMo2020 Day 8

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You remember too much…

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

where can I put it down?

It is a heavy load

that doesn’t seem to lighten over time

Though I’ve tried burning it, burying it,

and boxing it away

And anyway,

how do I tell you how I got here without getting trapped in the past?

­

After all

I am alive only by accident

I’ve tried and failed to end the anguish

to end me

more than once

­

Failure has been a constant companion

And somehow

in this land of sadness and shadow

I find myself again,

I am no shadow.

Though there is a shadow

starting at my feet.

I’ve stitched it on

like Wendy did for Peter

but still

under the seams runs the pain

 

~Melanie Thomason

04/08/2020

Stolen Lines honoring these fabulous poets:

Richard Siken “How do I tell you how I got here without getting trapped in the past?”

Anne Carson “You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?” And “Under the seams runs the pain.”

Sylvia Plath “After all I am alive only by accident.” And “I find myself again. I am no shadow Though there is a shadow starting from my feet.”

 

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persimmon

Persimmon

I had my fill of lazy afternoons

of forbidden fruit

plucked off the poisoned vine

I listened to the devil softly croon

songs uncouth

sending shivers down my spine

I lost my innocence too soon

like a milk tooth

in sweet persimmon wine

I’ll dig your grave with teaspoons

as your half truths

dug mine

~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014

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Dance ~NaPoWriMo Day 7

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Come sisters

take my hand

dance with me

in the tall green grass

breathe deeply

let the fresh air fill your lungs

let us dance & sing among the flowers

as we used to

in that other eternity

let us dance & sing & laugh

the sun will not judge us

nor the trees

for though we are not young

we are still living

~Melanie Thomason

4/07/2020

 

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Merely Mortal NaPoWriMo2020 Day 6

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Yes,

you are merely mortal…

Irreverent & ordinary

Yet,

you are only cut off from the divine

by your own doing.

Emerge into nature and watch the sweet spring rains bring forth life.

Be one with the flowers as they reach out to accept the sun’s offer of warmth and love.

Breathe in the heavenly ambrosia that surrounds you.

Listen to the insects hum and birds sing their transcendent tunes.

Feel the wind leave a thousand kisses upon your skin.

Step outside with open eyes and open heart

and experience the divine provided you.

~Melanie Thomason

04/06/2020

 

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Drip Dry #NaPoWriMo2020 Day 5

I feel misplaced,

misread,

somehow other than;

an alien out of space and time.

You say I’m unusual.

Many have said far worse

and far be it from me to disagree.

I rest my head against the bed

it’s far too heavy and it might just snap my neck in two.

I tug at my skin until it is red

it’s feels too tight, I guess I shoulda let it drip dry this time.

But don’t you worry none…

I’m sure it’s not contagious.

~Melanie Thomason

04/05/2020

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Left Behind

 

Leaving home was the only way  to

Extract herself/ still sane

From an environment

That was Toxic to her soul

Broken promises/ broken heart/ and all but broken bones

Endless cycle of abuse/ like a clothes dryer tumbling /with no kill switch

Hostage to their anger/ drowning /in a sea of their ignorance & spite

Innocence stolen/ self-esteem broken in half/ with a snap

No more/ she has left it all behind/ She is learning to love herself/ She is

Done with them!

~Melanie Thomason

Reblog from 2013

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Coffee and lies #NaPoWriMo2020 Day 4

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“I’d trade my last breath for you, for your happiness.”

It was the ninth lie he’d told me today

and I was still on my second cup of coffee

But I wasn’t mad

not at him

He probably even believed it himself

at least in the moment

He always meant well

and his sweet lies

had replaced the sugar and cream

in my coffee

~Melanie Thomason

4/4/2020

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let my soul shine

dirty, dark urges

stole all of my firsts

I was too little,

too young

to fight

how could I

let my soul shine

bruised and bleeding

doubting

my worth

feeling deserving

of my poor,

white

plight

how could I

let my soul shine

foul, muscled hands

muffled my cries

in the night

somehow I knew to

let my soul shine

living in darkness

that tried to

smother

all light

I had to try to

let my soul shine

i couldn’t make them love me

try

as I might

still, I had to

let my soul shine

from my family’s cage

at fourteen,

this bird

finally

took flight

to freely

let my soul shine

~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014

To say I felt an emotional connection with Maya Angelou’s poetry would be an understatement.  

The above poem is my meager tribute to a phenomenal woman. I leave you with a quote.

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

― Maya AngelouLetter to My Daughter

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