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WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

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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

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Conversations With Death: A Love Story by Georgiann Carlson- My review

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.

 CWD

Book Description

“Death stopped by far too often, as far as I was concerned. I needed a way to deal with my rage. I was furious. So, I decided to hunt down and, if possible, kill Death.When I wrote the very first Conversation, I was ready for a fight. I never expected to write a second Conversation, let alone an entire book full of them. But something happened when I met and started talking to Death. Something that made me understand what Life and Death were all about. The Conversations went in a direction I never could have imagined.We all have our own truth and this is mine. Conversations with Death is a give and take between a living human and Death itself.”

Links:

 Gigi’s Blog

Conversations with Death on Amazon

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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.

CUPID OR CATS

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
I…

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Death and Life by B.G. Bowers– My review

Hi All:)

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.

I’ve not only read Death and Life, I lived with it, savored it. This feast of emotion and imagery deserves more than a quick sampling.B.G. Bowers shares her journey with such honesty that one cannot help but be in the moment with her. I suffered her loss, heartbreak and anguish and was rewarded with liberation, self-reflection and love.”
~Melanie Blackwell

All the details are below if you haven’t yet picked it up.

AVAILABLE NOW:

Dath-and-life-front

➤ The print copy is available on CREATESPACE or AMAZON

➤ 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.

 

 

 

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Cell Memory

there-

do you see it?

look!

look harder

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

now

LOOK

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

and i’m

lost

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!)

(come undone)

(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 —

wild

feral

bestial

Queen

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 —

oh gods

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

stop

now

or else

it’s time

now

for my date

with

Death

~Melanie Blackwell

*an old journal entry unearthed

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no flowers

stock-footage-hand-laying-flowers-on-a-grave

bring no flowers 

to my grave

waste no tears

if you couldn’t be bothered

to do either

when I was here

~Melanie Blackwell

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Postpone Death- A Quote

AN postpone death

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February 6, 2014 · 1:51 AM

that day in May

yellow roses

I saw him sleeping in my dream

that day in May, that day in May

I saw him sleeping in my dream

that day in May, so many years ago

So peaceful, he did seem

that day in May, that day in May

So peaceful, he did seem

that day in May, surrounded in yellow

We went to see what was happening

that day in May, that day in May

we found that he was not napping

that day in May, his name I did bellow

From his coma he did not wake

that day in May, that day in May

a drunken driver, his life did take

that dark day in May, full of sorrow

~Melanie Blackwell

When I was in junior high school I woke up one morning remembering a very vivid dream about a close friend of mine.  I could still clearly see him sleeping peacefully in a room that was not his own….there were yellow flowers all around the room as well as various teddy bears.  I thought the dream was odd but shook it off and started getting ready for the day ahead.  The phone rang before I even left for school that day and we learned that my friend had been playing football with a friend in his front yard the evening before when a drunk driver veered off the road into the yard and ran over him.  We went to the hospital to see him.  He was in a coma and his hospital room was exactly as I had dreamt it….

He never woke. I’ll never forget.

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