your words lingering
as smoke in an enclosed room
cause my eyes to tear
Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂
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
Beth kept her hopes and her dreams in an old coffee can
secreted away in the back of the pantry
it was the only place for them
she daren’t keep them in her head
for fear they might just slip out of her mouth
no, that would not do at all
they wouldn’t tolerate any such nonsense
’cause her dreams weren’t their dreams
so she just had to keep them safe for now
and at least, there in the can,
they wouldn’t be crushed or forgotten
Beth kept her money in a tampon box
in plain view in the bathroom cabinet
the one place she knew for sure it would never be found
(he would never touch them and she was past that time in her life)
spare change mostly, left over from running errands
some weeks there wasn’t a nickle unaccounted for
occasionally she was able to squirrel away a dollar
still her “get-the-hell-out-of-here” fund was slow growing
it had taken years but she finally had enough (not a lot but enough)
and she was excited to be going
she would live her own life and never look back
there was no hope of ever pleasing her
and he would never STOP
that DNA wasn’t everything
and courage wasn’t genetic
so with all her “crazy thoughts” in her head
a backbone and her “attitude” firmly in place
she left with nothing
except a coffee can
and a box of tampons.
~Background image from Pixabay poem by Melanie Thomason (3/23/16)
I’m happy to announce my second collection of poetry, Moonpies & Naugahyde: A Childhood Survived, is now available!!
Fabulous watercolor paintings by Georgiann Carlson accompany my poems throughout, creating a book I am extremely proud of!
Since October is National Domestic Violence Awareness month, I can think of no better time to release it.
Note the 3 “versions” are not all linking up on Amazon correctly so I am providing the individual links below each option 🙂
2-Black & White Edition: Watercolor Illustrations presented in Greyscale
(Producing the book in full color made it a little pricey so offering this B&W option)
3-Ebook for your Kindle, iPad, etc.
no man could exist
no boy child would be birthed
Take back your power
Take back your control
we are the teachers
we are the nurturers
We can make change happen
Teach responsibility, not blame
Teach love, not hate
Teach peace, not war
Teach your children
that they are enough
that their lives are their own
and that they alone
who and what they are
that they alone can define
what happiness and love
look like to them
that they can choose not to
continue a cycle of violence
but live instead in peace.
I once knew a Vet named Johnny
that is to say
I made his acquaintance
I’d wager no one really knew him
not after the war
he came back different
as many do
he rarely ever spoke
and never about the things he had seen or done
we worked for the same company for a time
though I don’t know what he did there
all I know is that his office was always cloudy with smoke
from his habitually chain smoking unfiltered Pall Malls
we weren’t friends
in fact I doubt he even knew my name
our encounters were usually limited
to meeting at the office coffee pot
till that one night
that one night
after everyone had gone
I stopped by the Circle K next door
before starting my walk home
as i was walking by our building
a man from my past
who refused to take no for an answer
stepped out from the shadows
with threats to end my life
we threw obscenities at each other
and he threw a couple punches
but I was holding my own
till he pulled out a crowbar
just as he was raising it above his head to strike
I saw headlights and heard the screech of tires
with the car still running and the door flung wide open
Johnny was out of his car
and in one fluid motion had taken the crowbar away
I looked on in awe and disbelief
as he proceeded to beat him bloody
Johnny never said a word
never broke a sweat
and never dropped the lit Pall Mall
from between his lips
When it was over
all I could say was
but I’m not sure if he heard
cause he just got back in his car
and drove away
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