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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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we, women

I

me

you

she

child

girl

sister

daughter

woman

lover

mother

we,

women

 

 

We, women

we aren’t

the “weaker”

the “fairer”

the “lesser”

we are

the mother

we are

life itself

no man could exist

no boy child would be birthed

without

woman

 

 

Take back your power

Take back your control

We, women

we are the teachers

We, women

we are the nurturers

We can make change happen

Take action

Teach responsibility, not blame

Teach love, not hate

Teach peace, not war

Teach equality

Teach your children

both feminine

and masculine

that they are enough

that their lives are their own

and that they alone

can define

who and what they are

that they alone can define

what happiness and love

look like to them

that they can choose not to

continue a cycle of violence

but live instead in peace.

 

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anniversary Gift

seafoam green

with an excited gleam in his eyes

he hands her a package

silently she opens to find

a fantasy of silk and lace

sea-foam green and barely there

he directs her to undress and put it on

wordlessly she complies

he observes as silk slides across young, pert flesh

he commands her to model it for him

to move with the music

she complies as he watches with hungry eyes

brusquely he pulls it off and tosses it carelessly to the floor

 pushing her roughly to the bed

he can’t be bothered with undressing

he just takes what he wants from behind

when he is done he notices the delicate green silk crumpled under his boot

he tosses it to her and says

“Wash that and re-wrap it before your mom gets home.”

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog, this poem is in my 2nd book of poetry.

Moonpies & Naugahyde

which is available in full color, black and white or on Kindle.

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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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Undoing (with audio)

Black

on grey

on twilight,

the purple dusk

and bruised toenail

sliver of moon.

The trees

are dark beasts

on the horizon

and I rode- I strode,

on my own two-feet

to the gallows,

the sad-sweet moment

of my undoing

its not magic

but something else

altogether—

Like a first smile,

like a newly found element.

Something else,

yes, something else entirely.

There is a face in the moon,

a skull,

a dry, dead grinning thing

and it is this,

it is always this

I return to.

~Melanie Thomason

2013

 

This poem is from my first book, Spectrum: Watercolored Words

get it here!

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Paper Birds

I hope you enjoy this lovely poem of love, loss and healing from Holly. But how can you not with lines like, “I am the flush of peony”

House of Heart

I have unfolded us

like origami,

dissected our borders,

the shadowed corners

of secrets

I have forced into

the light to mourn

like small bones of

birds, somehow sacred.

I have renamed

us where every

memory is not an

ache beneath my ribs

and every  thought is not

an assault on the dead.

I am the flush of peony

the color of healing scars.

pink carnations

google art

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Never Change

Enjoy this lovely, nostalgic feast of imagery from Chris Nelson. Visit his site 🙂

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He watched the shadows lengthen

Like an old man’s coat

Tails torn by the wind,

Stained by love and loss,

Gone the Alaskan Summer

He’d wished would never change,

When high-hung Suns like mirrors

Kissed each waking hour,

His child-eyes blindly clinging

Translucent lids now closed

Still see the dreamed of constants

Beneath the milky dew,

And as the shadows embrace the night,

A lover’s furtive tryst,

He feels the loss ripped from his skin

And draws his own coat tight.

 

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daydreaming at night

I hope you enjoy this poetry by j matthew waters as much as I did 🙂 Don’t forget to visit his site.

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I’ve not seen it all
this movie that weaves
in and out of close encounters

actors are not what they seem
on any kind of stage
whether supported on oak trestles
or razor thin wire

the money flows like milk and money
brewed and bottled on the black market
where trade secrets are available for sale
anywhere from one to a million bitcoin

sometimes I like to daydream
during the night
just to shake things up
excited to rehearse those parts
I’m least familiar with



may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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