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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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angry

 

Billy was an angry man

he hated his own life

but instead of making changes

he took it out on his children & his wife

his hands, his belt, a wooden spoon;

anything in reach would do

and after every vicious assault

he made sure they knew it was their fault

~Melanie Thomason

Source: angry

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pausing,

palms pocketed

privately pondering

perplexing problems

petrifying past programming

prostrates

Melanie Thomason

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Micropoetry

The fabulous Bianca was kind enough to add artwork to some of my micropoetry.  I hope you enjoy her creations and my words.

 

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a Christmas song for the kid in you :)

I’m a big kid and I LOOOVVE this song. 🙂  When looking for a video to share I came across this gem from the Ed Sullivan show!  Enjoy 🙂

I WANT A HIPPOPOTAMUS FOR CHRISTMAS ~Gayla Peevey

 

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Return ~Sedoka

he will return soon

breathlessly she is waiting

mother and son reunion

no longer a boy

youth beaten to submission

war scarred soldier returns home

~Melanie Blackwell

The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line katauta with the following syllable counts:5/7/7, 5/7/7. A Sedoka, pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.

A katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem the following syllable counts: 5/7/7.

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Voice

***I am dedicating this post to a dear friend of mine who I will refer to as S. K. (you know who you are).  You sent me an email and your closing line “With power and might to your pen and all your creations” was a much needed boost.  Love you 🙂

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I

was born

into a family

where cruelty was norm

I wouldn’t have picked them

but I didn’t have a choice

I never did fit in at all

and I am glad that I did not

I suffered at their hands abuse of every form

 True evil lived in their eyes and in their hearts

I had to get away from them to find my voice

I fight now for the voiceless with my keyboard and my pen

~Melanie Blackwell

**Don’t remember the name of this form but it is ascending by one word each line…one to twelve.

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