Category Archives: Poetry

reading ~a haiku

deliciously dark

not morbid or scary

words meant to savor

~Melanie Thomason

8/27/18

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writing

will she once again find herself

bleeding brilliantly?

or merely have to be satisfied

by a finger prick’s meager drop

 

~Melanie Thomason

8/27/18

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summer love

a summer rain falls

passionately and briefly

reaffirming life

as does a first love

~Melanie Thomason 8/2018

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existing

merely existing

is not the same as living

it’s waiting to die

~Melanie Thomason

5/23/2018

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Moonlight Lovers

Image result for moonlight beach

I love the beach but alas, the sun does not love me so going during the day is not a great idea.  However much to my delight, the beach at night is a completely different experience.  The crowds are gone, the sand is cool, as is the ocean’s breeze.  The tranquility and calm washes over you.

water lapping feet

as we walk along the sand

moonlight softly glows

 

~Melanie Thomason

5/23/2018

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Do you know who I am?

I‘m tongue-tied and vague

a red-headed harpy let loose by the sun

I’m the price of a stiff drink

in a one horse town

I’m a dusty floored attic

and you are leaving footprints as you go

I’m a wild summer night

driving too fast and screaming

obscenities out the windows

I’m the grey-green glow from the instrument panel

I’m the nubby-brown tack

of nicotine stained curtains

in a secondhand room

I’m incense in a closed space

I’m falling asleep in front of the TV

on a school night

I’m decadence made plain

I’m a whey-faced creature

coughed up by the earth

I’m butter-yellow sunshine

and I live in your eyes

I’m 10 feet tall and raggedy red

I’m desperately trying to make you see

I’m the sticky peeling pain

of sweat on vinyl

I’m the summer dusk from childhood

I’m wishing on stars and dandelion puffs

I’m fairy dust and magic wands

I’m the moon on an October night

I’m the orange-grey haze

falling on wet pavement

in February

I’m rain on leaves

on dead tree rings

I’m…

I’m…

Do you know who I am yet?

I’m a blue-eyed

dime store queen

I am who is

and might have been.

 

~Melanie Thomason

I originally posted this here on May 2nd 2013 so it’s the poem’s anniversary 😉

*yes, those are my eyes and that is the most of me I’m willing to post!

 

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i bite my thumb at me

oh woe is the state of me

am I beyond repair?

if’t be true mine heart lies at the city centre

wherefore doth it not get along with its neighbor brain

which dwells near by in northern suburb?

thoughts after all bringeth forth emotion

and though synapse art wearied and has’t suffered damage

they doth still transit thither

~Melanie Thomason

4/29/2018

***I asketh thee, please forgive mine feeble attempts at sounding “Shakespearean” and the resulting butchery.

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Black Magic

His smile was like some kind of magic

As was the sparkle in his eyes

But she knew it would be some kind of tragic

if she once again went for the ride

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/28/2018

 

 

 

 

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