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Sunday- haiku

another Sunday

bringing beauty at daybreak

outside my window

lizards scampering

squirrels chattering great truths

the yard is alive

sipping my coffee

i prepare to start the day,

already begun

possibilities…

what will you bring to the day

it is up to you

~Melanie Thomason

reblog in honor of Squirrel Appreciation Day

 

 

 

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National Squirrel Appreciation Day

In honor of National Squirrel Appreciation Day I am posting pictures of one of the many squirrels running around out here 🙂  Her Name is Goldie

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indigo

tonight i’m feeling indigo

kinda blue but naturally so

no real reason for sadness

nothing newsworthy, no new madness

just gonna give myself permission

to simmer in this somber disposition

maybe tomorrow will be a magenta kind of day

but tonight i’m feeling indigo

 

~Melanie Thomason

reblog in honor of Blue Monday

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patchwork girl (haiku)

sins of her father
black swatches and blue ribbons
of mother’s neglect
she’s a patchwork girl
pieces stitched together by
vivid crimson thread
~Melanie Thomason
Reblog in honor of Blue Monday

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Blue and partly broken

 

 

see original photo here

see original photo here

 

Blue and partly broken

man has taken her flower 

made a poison of sex

before she ever had a chance

to bloom

on the vine

in the sun

but no worries,

“her injuries are minor”

 

 

 

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog in honor of Blue Monday

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Dearest Reader

Dearest Reader,

Whilst I am indeed euchred I felt that I owed it to you to pen this tale before I succumb to sleep’s waiting embrace.  I couldn’t cheat you out of it after all this time.

As you know, gentle reader, I have searched far and wide for the specimen we refer to as a perfect man.  A theory had begun to take shape that no such thing existed.  Well, I have to report to you that just last week I found one that may prove to be perfect at long last.  Granted, I only have a cluster of experiences to base this on, but he is looking promising.

Devoted reader, you must believe me when I say that he is intelligent and charming.  He is funny, sexy and kind.  I know, I know it sounds impossible but he is an animal lover and has told me great tales of his protection and support of women and children.  In fact he doesn’t even consider us as a “weaker sex”, he views women as equal to men, NAY, superior to men! 

I’m cognizant that it appears I’m being taken for a ride, so I shall keep my head on a swivel to ensure that I am not being snookered and in turn deceiving you dear reader. 

Did I mention that at the lightest touch from him my senses runaway from me? My pulse quickens and my cheeks flush red as a ripe strawberry.  My temperature rises when I feel his smoldering gaze upon me.  He is every good part of every man rolled into one, he is sex personified….ahem, pardon me gentle reader, as I contain myself. 

Anyway, as I was saying, it will (I assure you) be my pleasure to spend as much time as necessary with him to verify a valid conclusion. I’ll report back with my findings.  Don’t be alarmed if it takes a while.

Yours truly,

Mythomane

 

~Melanie Thomason

1/20/2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FYI:

Euchred- utterly done in or at the end of one’s tether; exhausted.
Mythomane- a person with a strong or irresistible propensity for fantasizing, lying, or exaggerating.

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she’s gone

the luscious sun shines

still, dark shadows paint

a picture of death’s arrival

sad music rose as a whisper sweet symphony

as we watched him whisk her away on the wind

~Melanie Thomason

01/19/2020

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Once more

She was swimming

in a sea of languages

words crashed over her

in waves

yet she couldn’t understand them

she only spoke in one tongue

These expressions were foreign to her

they swirled around her deafeningly

She just wanted them to stop, to shut up

for more than just a fleeting moment

so that she could her herself think

This surging, swelling tide of Words

rolled over her, leaving her struggling

for breath

and to remain afloat

Just as she was sure she would be swept away

and pulled under

There was a lull

and she could hear his voice on the wind,

softly singing “You are My Sunshine”

and she found the strength

to swim back to shore

once more

~Melanie Thomason

01/19/2020

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