Tag Archives: Melanie Thomason



a band of gold around your finger

shouldn’t feel like bracelets made of steel

you should feel his arm around your shoulders

not his hands around your throat

that is not love



Filed under micropoetry

5 haiku

Haiku prompted by the following quote:

[…] “We have lost contact with reality, the simplicity of life”. […] Paulo Coelho

These are separate…and in no particular order.




of every street light and house

obscure the moonlight



social networking

facebook friends and followers

don’t replace friendship



live your own real life

there is no reality

on television



don’t follow blindly

choose to see reality

knowledge empowers



be here with me now

take off your shoes, stay awhile

enjoy the moments


~Melanie Thomason




Filed under haiku, micropoetry, Poetry



– picture by Mark Harless


behold fair Chloris

the Greek goddess of flowers,

growth, transformation

she drinks deeply of

the all-nurturing, western

stream of Okeanos

before returning

to happily dance and sing

in Elysian Fields

~Melanie Thomason





Filed under haiku, Poetry



poplar leaf

it drifts lazily

landing beneath the tree



maple leaf

it glides elegantly

to the forest floor



hickory leaf

it floats gracefully

to rest with me



~Melanie Thomason



Filed under Elfje, Poetry

Tree Beauty Salon

images (1)

deciduous leaves

annual autumn dye job

auburn with highlights

~Melanie Thomason

originally September 10, 2013



Filed under 10 Words or Less, haiku, Poetry

“There must be some way out of here said the joker to the thief…”


– art by Caras Ionut


Yes, yes, I AM aware that I look like an idiot!  I didn’t choose the garb or the flipping unicycle but they were the only things available (except for the playing cards) when I awoke naked and afraid in this strange place.

Oh well, at least the stripes are vertical. And yes, ya jerk I did consider leaving off the hat but its kind cold and it will help keep the chill away. You do see the fog, right?  Is grey and damp and dark here

By the way, it took me hours but I finally broke out of the dungeon. I was fully expecting my abductors to be waiting to pounce but no one was around.

I have no idea where I am but there has to be some way out of here. BUT, just in case I’m using these cards in lieu of breadcrumbs.


~Melanie Thomason

*title line “borrowed” from All Along the Watchtower  by Bob Dylan/ Jimi Hendrix




Filed under Stories

Do you ever make up and use new words?

I do and I know others who do as well…so I thought I would share one of my current favorites that my best friend “coined”.


adjective lu·ni·cid·al

Definition of lunicidal

: a combo of loony or lunacy and homicidal, so kinda crazy, kinda murderous

Examples of lunicidal in a Sentence

When people misuse the word literally it makes me lunicidal.


I don’t know what happened, at first she seemed calm, resigned even but then she flew into a lunicidal rage… laughing and screaming the entire time as she beat the rapist to a bloody pulp.

First Known Use of lunicidal




~Melanie Thomason


Filed under Random Brain Babble, Words/Definitions

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


Filed under Poetry, reblog