Tag Archives: lonliness

alone (2 ways)- haiku

as a phantom limb

I can only imagine

the warmth of your love

~Melanie Thomason



finally alone

dancing beneath the moonlight

she is free, to be

~Melanie Thomason





Filed under haiku, micropoetry, Poetry

a living death

her existence is a living death

she questions each and every breath


is it,

is she

even worthwhile?

should she dig her own hole in the ground?

6 feet is the going rate


or maybe

at least

for just a little while

she should think about sticking around

and do her dance with fate



her existence is a living death

she questions each and every breath

~Melanie Thomason


You can read more of my poems in my book:

Moonpies and Naugahyde

A Childhood Survived

Get it here!


Filed under Poetry


his sense of failure

is palpable

seeping from his pores

like booze

the morning after

a hard drunk

it permeates

his being

choking any chance

at happiness

real or imagined

~Melanie Thomason


Filed under Poetry

Tune in

Listen closely my friend

Do you hear voices

in the falling rain

and the whispers

on the wind?

Tune in with your soul

find some comfort there

in their sweet refrain

before the nothingness

eats you whole

~Melanie Thomason


Filed under Poetry

no flowers


bring no flowers 

to my grave

waste no tears

if you couldn’t be bothered

to do either

when I was here

~Melanie Blackwell


Filed under 25 Words or Less, Poetry

Whole – for Prompt 23: Anais Nin quotes


Surrounded by sheeple, yet I feel all alone

I’ll risk Medusa’s wrath, I might be better as stone


I long for a connection, for a love that is real

it may well destroy me but at least I will feel


I’ll gladly drown in the onyx depths of your soul

forsaking oxygen for one taste, one chance to be whole

~Melanie Blackwell

For mindlovemisery’s prompt – see the prompt and her amazing words  at http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com


Filed under Blogging Community, Poetry, Quotes

When you are ready (Quatern)

This Quatern* Poem is another of several poetry forms that Bianca  & I are collaborating on. Bianca has written stanzas 2 and 4, and I have written stanzas 1 and 3.



You will speak when you are ready

comforting you by listening

weeping over crackling phone line

silence with intermittent sobs

When darkness falls and shadows pounce

You will speak when you are ready

Illuminate your room of grief

reveal the silver lining

As morning light breaks through your gloom

Shrug that beast called past off your back

You will speak when you are ready

With clarity of heart and mind

Your spirit will rise on birdsong

when you embrace what’s yet to come

Focus on the gold horizon

You will speak when you are ready


© 2013 B.G. Bowers and Melanie Blackwell

*A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fouth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. line 1 line 2 line 3 line 4 line 5 line 6 (line 1) line 7 line 8 line 9 line 10 line 11 (line 1) line 12 line 13 line 14 line 15 line 16 (line 1)


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Photograph: Keith Morris/Alamy

Photograph: Keith Morris/Alamy

She sits quietly on the park bench

drinking a cup of rot-gut gas station coffee

to keep the cold and the monsters at bay

no matter her story or for that matter yours

can you spare her more than your indifference?

perhaps a smile or a kind word could brighten both of your days


~Melanie Blackwell

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” ~Aesop


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