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a band of gold around your finger

shouldn’t feel like bracelets made of steel

you should feel his arm around your shoulders

not his hands around your throat

that is not love

 

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5 haiku

Haiku prompted by the following quote:

[…] “We have lost contact with reality, the simplicity of life”. […] Paulo Coelho

These are separate…and in no particular order.

 

1.

illumination

of every street light and house

obscure the moonlight

 

2.

social networking

facebook friends and followers

don’t replace friendship

 

3.

live your own real life

there is no reality

on television

 

4.

don’t follow blindly

choose to see reality

knowledge empowers

 

5.

be here with me now

take off your shoes, stay awhile

enjoy the moments

 

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

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Chloris

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– picture by Mark Harless

 

behold fair Chloris

the Greek goddess of flowers,

growth, transformation

she drinks deeply of

the all-nurturing, western

stream of Okeanos

before returning

to happily dance and sing

in Elysian Fields

~Melanie Thomason

9/23/2017

 

 

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fallen

pumpkin

poplar leaf

it drifts lazily

landing beneath the tree

fallen

scarlet

maple leaf

it glides elegantly

to the forest floor

fallen

marigold

hickory leaf

it floats gracefully

to rest with me

fallen

 

~Melanie Thomason

9/23/2017

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Tree Beauty Salon

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deciduous leaves

annual autumn dye job

auburn with highlights

~Melanie Thomason

originally September 10, 2013

 

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Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies (cliches)

A story about Jack and Diane (apologies to John Mellencamp)

Time is money, so to make a long story short…

Jack and Diane were like two ships passing in the night

Diane was always a bridesmaid, never the bride

she was all dressed up with nowhere to go

I’m telling you she was dressed to kill

but you see all that glitters isn’t gold

 you sure cannot judge a book by it cover !

Now, Jack had a face only a mother could love

he was all thumbs

and as thick as a brick

but he was raking in the money hand over fist

unfortunately all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

however, as they say, beggars can’t be choosers

and everyone knows two heads are better than one

so you can bet your bottom dollar they both learned

love was better late than never

through some twist of fate she was in the right place at the wrong time

he ran in like a bat out of hell

a veritable bull in a china shop

with his two left feet he tripped her up.

Diane went flying ass over tea kettle!

He just grinned and said “fancy meeting you here.”

For her it was not love at first sight

as they say, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink!

BUT no worries, dear reader

 the bigger they are the harder they fall

and Love is blind so they decided to tie the knot

“Diane, I’ll love you through thick and thin”

“Jack, I’ll love you until the cows come home”

On their honeymoon they lay naked as a jaybirds

and as snug as bugs in a rug

they put a bun in Diane’s oven that very night!

All’s well that ends well!

(Fast forward 1o months)

Jack was  all thumbs and as high as a kite

he managed to throw the baby out with the bathwater!

Diane got all bent out of shape

so its back to the drawing board

I guess you really can’t have your cake and eat it too

catch my drift?

~Melanie Thomason

  • A reblog from June 17, 2013

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invisible arabesques

The promise I had made myself to resist him

was as insincere and insecure as a granny knot

Already, I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks,

feel my blood simmering, my breath quickening

as his finger slowly swirled and looped

drawing invisible arabesques up my bare leg

he dared to proceed up beneath my skirt’s hem,

dawdling there on my inner thigh

devilishly defeating my defenses

willing myself not to clutch at his hand

and urge it higher still

I closed my eyes,

felt them pulsing there within their sockets

and took slow, measured breaths

as his fingers traced the patterns in reverse

~Melanie Thomason

9/11/2017

 

 

 

 

 

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long legged recluse (haiku)

I am caught up in

your sticky threaded prison;

your reluctant prey.

·

I’m firmly ensnared.

Your silky, sweet sounding lies

have woven a web.

·

A gauze-like blindfold

distorts my vision of you,

but I still see you.

·

Hairs raise, skin tingles

as I await your venom

poisonous or not.

~Melanie Thomason

9/9/2017

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