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Exit…

A magical, beautiful short story by the fabulous Gigi!

Rethinking Life

Galaxy, Starry Sky, Trees, Away

She grew up, playing in the forest.  She knew all the animals, and often slept surrounded by rabbits, squirrels, and birds.  The forest was beautiful during the sunny days of spring and summer.  Cooler during blustery fall.  When cold winter stopped by, she curled up in tree trunks and pressed against larger animals to stay warm, sleeping on and off, until the days grew longer and warmer.  She trilled with birds and nukked, nukked to stags.  She was happy.  The stream was cold and clean, the berries abundant.  She ate what the animals did, only getting sick, every now and then.

She danced and climbed trees, until she grew much older and stayed longer on the ground, until she rarely slept in the branches, any longer.  She tended the wounded, and buried the dead.  She was one with nature.  She never saw another animal who looked the way she did. …

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woman of his dreams

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

yet

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

~Melanie Thomason

5/12/2014

 

 

 

 

 

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Moonlight Lovers

Image result for moonlight beach

I love the beach but alas, the sun does not love me so going during the day is not a great idea.  However much to my delight, the beach at night is a completely different experience.  The crowds are gone, the sand is cool, as is the ocean’s breeze.  The tranquility and calm washes over you.

water lapping feet

as we walk along the sand

moonlight softly glows

 

~Melanie Thomason

5/23/2018

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Rock and the Leaf

I wanted to share a short story that I recently found while going through the belongings my best friend’s recently departed brother.   I found the story charming and thought that more than just I should read it…so I typed it up to share here.  My only edits are adding a bit of punctuation and a couple words [indicated in brackets] just for clarity and ease of reading.  I do hope you enjoy it!

 


Rock and the Leaf

Once there was a rock.  Not a big rock but a rock securely anchored with other rocks which were under water.  The water slewed around him and over them and made a quiet little eddy behind.  He made a nice, precise little place and the water just flowed around him.

He set there for a long time and the mosses and bugs that lived around began to trust him.  They began to grow and live around him.  Beautiful green moss nourished by the water flourished on his back.  He provided shelter for the bugs that lived in and around the water.  He sheltered them well through the dry hard times when the water ebbed and his brother rocks could see what he was doing then and he sheltered them when the creek raged.

Beautiful creatures began to live there; the wondrous water boatmen, pixie flies and quick water striders.  They all praised him for his strength and great power.  It was about this time that strangers came and began to marvel at the beautiful effect that came with all the wonderful creatures living around him.  Water burbled, birds sang, sunlight glinted off “his” water.  People came from all around to look at this beautiful sight.  Somebody set up a stone bench so that people could stop, rest, and gaze [at] this little scene.  It was so beautiful.

Then one day, on a warm sparkling autumn day, a leaf float[ing] by became enchanted by the quiet little cove created by the rock and his friends.  So she slipped.  “Hi,” she said in a throaty voice.  “Hi,” said the rock, pleased with the creek, the water, and everything.  He was doing a good job and he knew it.  “This is a nice place,” she said, “I like what you’ve done here.”  “Thank you,” said the rock, “I like how you swirl [and] your colors are so pretty.”  “Thank you,” said the leaf, “Do you mind if I rest here a bit? I’m a little tired.”  “By all means, please do,” said the rock, “That is why I’m here.” His chest swelled noticeably.  The leaf smiled and nestled right in.  The rock smiled benevolently upon [the] leaf.  He liked the way she lay against him. The edge of her stem tickled him.  The tips of her touched him in a way he’d never been touched before.  It was strange but nice, sort of like the wings of a butterfly.  She fell asleep.

The next day she awoke in the bright sunshine.  The rock said, “Hello, good morning.”  She said, “Hello, sleep well.”  “I don’t sleep,” said the rock, “I have to stand fast or else all creatures under my care are cast away.”  “Oh really?” she asked. “I never really worry about that, I just find another rock when I need to, or a log, or the side of a branch.  It’s really no trouble and quite simple.

They talked many hours.  He told her about the bugs and the people.  She told [him] about the many sights she had seen; the mosque on the hill, the beautiful cherries, cemeteries, [and] people’s homes.  She talked of many things.  He talked about the many storms he’d weathered.  [About how he had] almost been dislodged once and he’d hung on saving the delicate green mosses [and] the minnows their home.

So they lived for a while.  Her colors fascinated him; she had reds, greens, yellows all over and a streak of dark red that made him [think] of winter frost.

One night there was a storm and she wasn’t near him.  He couldn’t see in the dark.  He couldn’t feel her touch either.  He was afraid she’d gone, but she hadn’t.  In the morning he found her drifting near where the current was strong.  “Don’t leave,” he called.  She spun his way, all crinkly, and said, “Oh, but I must.  I don’t want to stay here.  You are very beautiful but there are other sights to see and things to do.”  “There are sights here, too” he said.  “It’s too quiet here,” she said laughing gaily.  “The quiet is where the deepest wonder is,” he said miserably.

She floated off.  He watched her drift off.  “I don’t care if you leave,” he muttered, “…I don’t…”  She didn’t hear.

He didn’t miss her until the next night, when the tendril of touch that she used to hold on with was gone.  Night followed day and then night.  “Leaf-la,” he thought, “where have you gone?”  As the water moved around him it began to eat away under his moorings.  His grip became looser and still the water wore on.  His brothers called to him in dismay, but he paid no heed.  He kept looking downstream.  “I wish I were a leaf,” he thought despairingly.  “Leaf-la where are you?” he said.

The water wore on.  Pieces of moss began to float away.  The bugs began going someplace else to eat and raise their young.  The minnows left.  People stopped coming to sit and watch the rock and his minions.  The water had a plain raucous sound.  “Rock what’s going on?” asked his brother rocks.  He would not reply.

That night a roaring rushing came down the creek.  Rock didn’t care.  “Leaf-la,” he thought [as] the water lifted him, “Leaf-la, I’m coming.”  Down the creek he went with other nomadic rocks.  Stumbling and splashing he jerked along.  “Leaf-la I’m coming.”

He used all his knowledge of water to move along.  He stayed where the current was strong. [He] avoided big stopper rocks.  Still even after all the rocks he’d known had stopped, he kept on bumping and stumbling ever onward, looking for Leaf-la.

By Bruce McJilton

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fallen

pumpkin

poplar leaf

it drifts lazily

landing beneath the tree

fallen

scarlet

maple leaf

it glides elegantly

to the forest floor

fallen

marigold

hickory leaf

it floats gracefully

to rest with me

fallen

 

~Melanie Thomason

9/23/2017

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Tree Beauty Salon

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deciduous leaves

annual autumn dye job

auburn with highlights

~Melanie Thomason

originally September 10, 2013

 

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love (haiku)

all-encompassing

absolute, true and boundless

is Mother Earth’s love

she nurtures all in

a universal embrace

will you love her back?

~Melanie Thomason

5/31/17

 

 

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listening to the rain

she sat alone

in the quiet solitude

that is morning

before the sun’s first rays

break through to light the sky

and wake up the land

she listened intently

to the hushed murmur

of the light rain

trying to make out the secrets

she knew it was trying to share

the rain grew seemingly frustrated

with her apparent daftness

as it began to fall at a greater tempo

making music as it fell

on the house and on the trees

hoping that she would catch the melody

it played against the leaves

~Melanie Thomason

5/29/2017

 

You can read more of my poems in my book:

Moonpies and Naugahyde

A Childhood Survived

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