a murmuring voice called to him softly from the forest
perplexing, as no one was supposed to be around
no one for miles
that is why he chose this place
the breeze carried sweet songs of wren to his ear
normally he would delight in their melody,
yet their tune was agitating
distracting him from finding the source of the lulling, hypnotic siren’s call
he needed to find the voice that, even now, from a distance,
was having such a palliative effect on him
giving him hope and new reason to live
he walked a bit too briskly through the woods,
finding patches of dried leaves made for slippery footing
and he almost tumbled into the lake before he saw it
and it was her reflection that first mesmerized
there was something supernal about her beauty
he was half afraid she would evaporate when he looked up
there she was… in graphic detail, drenched in sunlight
fully exposed to his hungry, grateful gaze
not vapor, yet not really flesh and bone
skin kissed golden by an artist’s brush,
hair adorned with flowers and moss,
she was the epitome of beauty and nature
she was all he searched for yet never felt worthy of
at once he felt a desire, a lust, not for his pleasure alone
but to see her face alight with joy, with ecstasy
and to know that he had given that to her
who had given him everything
released! no longer must he suffer in this living hell
his soul has broken free from his emaciated shell
his time on Earth is over without a single word
his spirit now is flying as if a wing’ed bird
Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂
Wintering this body.
I wear my seperateness
like a shield from fantasy
and the fear of cold.
I know by now
one santa claus
who comes with a strange,
black gift for each of us.
I know love is real
but a fugitive from law.
That freedom’s breath is raw
and the world we think round
is shapeless after all.
~ Melanie Blackwell
Hi All! I happily shared the news of Gigi’s book debut last month and now thought i would share the brief review I just posted on Amazon. 🙂
5 out of 5 stars Funny, Engrossing, Evocative?? Without a Doubt!!
You will be caught off guard and then completely absorbed!
Conversations With Death: A Love Story explores some very heavy subject matter with such humor that I found myself smiling and literally laughing out loud. (Not to mention craving some pie.)
The entire novel is divided into brief conversations which makes this a fun and fast read… yet it stays with you. There is such a raw, unvarnished honesty within its pages; the sadness and anger ring true making it all the more relatable. I can say, without a doubt, you have never read a book about Death like this one. I highly recommend it; smart, funny, thought-provoking, philosophical and comforting.
I loved every quirky, beautiful, poignant moment of it. I’m waiting impatiently for Book 2!
Go buy this book!
Conversations with Death: A Love Story, now available on Amazon Kindle.
My friend Jane of Cupid or Cats took a break from making me laugh to post this wonderfully written poem that made me cry. Please visit the original to like and leave comments. Thank you.
I see you suffer
Hiding behind the burnt skin and thinning hair
Smiling a little weakly
A feeble frail finger taps a hollow cheek to where my blood filled lips can touch
I fear a kiss may kill you
I see you moving
Crossing deserts in your kitchen
Glancing through your window at horizons you’ll never reach
The timer on the oven seems to be moving too quickly, too quickly
The dinner won’t be ready
The time will be up too soon
I see you folding children’s jumpers
Holding them close to your chest for seconds before you let them go
You’ll have to show them how to get creases out, so they will know
When the folding is done, and plans are made
You need to sit
I see you now, as you are, and I see you as you were
Vibrant, dancing, living,
Teaching, learning, yearning, dreaming
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I was happy to share Bianca’s announcement a couple months ago about the publication of her first poetry book, Death and Life. Well, I have had a copy of her beautiful book in my hands for awhile now and recently put the following brief review on Amazon and Goodreads. I thought I should share it here with you as well.
“I hunger for poetry that stirs my soul. To me good poetry is all about expression, emotion and imagery. This is good poetry.
All the details are below if you haven’t yet picked it up.
➤ The Kindle version is available on AMAZON
“Death is the great disruptor; it thrusts us opposite life’s mirror, invites our truthful exploration, and reveals the naked truth; from which rebirth is possible and we are free to reinvent ourselves anew.”
In Death and Life, B.G. Bowers examines an eclectic life journey, masterfully illustrating various psychological, emotional, and spiritual experiences through poetry and essays. Death is not isolated to physical loss, but encompasses figurative deaths arising from innocence lost, depression, unfulfilled dreams, lost love, exile, spiritual death and rejection of childhood paradigms. Fortunately, these mini-deaths present opportunity for growth, evolution and renewal. That is to say, from death comes life.
do you see it?
you gotta kinda squint your eyes
and let go
let the focus slide a little off
and look with your soul
with the wide red eyes of your heart
do you see?
do you SEE?
i dreamt of you and that is the scary part
it’s not just that you’re you and you’re beautiful
it’s that you are so aptly suited to me
like i couldn’t have built you better
sometimes, oh, sometimes i think i am so STUPID —
so stupid to let myself get into this mess
but i’ve been living it for so long i don’t know what else to do or how else to be
sometimes, oh sometimes, i wonder
yes, it is to You, but i won’t let you read this
because it doesn’t mean anything
and you don’t need to know
it’s all been to someone
all of it
it’s always been aimed somewhere
just happens to be you — this time
which is to say —
it’s the most real thing in the world
but in the end
it is less about you
and more about me
because when you’re gone
i will still have my words
me and my Words
a match made somewhere on the rim of hell
oh, and i don’t even know what i’m blathering about anymore
it’s all gotten lost in the translation from thought to tongue to paper
it is all lost
if I keep this up I’m gonna say something I can’t take back
going to confess some terrible rhyme
one of these days you’ll take your hair down and it will kill me
i don’t know how to explain but i have this THING for hair
for long dark hair on long white men
it’s something older than time and a memory in my cells
some THING that makes my soul ache
i am ample distraction
if i sit here long enough
maybe i’ll sprout roots
maybe i’ll grow on you
(sounds like a threat to me — better run!)
(better do it, now –or else)
when you opened the door did you expect to find me?
do you know what you are looking at?
do you know me and will you hear my name?
i don’t ask or offer because i don’t want to be turned down
even gracious objection is wounding enough on its own
without the killing pain of outright refusal
but — you KNOW, now you know, i told you and you still talk to me like i’m a human being —
that is something
something i wouldn’t have had the guts for a year ago
do you ever wonder at the tide of time?
do you wonder as the candy-man plinks coins off the links in my spine?
not like that, not like it was but as it will be
future imperfect, the residual of years of languages —
oh the things
you might have been
i couldn’t let it be a secret, not this time, you’re too you for me to have suffered in silence
where is this going?
is it at an end —
i don’t know
how to end
i never have
that’s my curse
and gift i guess
this mobius strip of endless dithering
i think i must
for my date
*an old journal entry unearthed
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