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warden -micropoetry

The prison door is wide open

your fear is the only warden

~Melanie Thomason

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the now

We are not time travelers

I’m still waiting on Hawk to build that time machine

though he seems to have flown away from the blogosphere

so for now, we are confined to living in the now

changing the past is impossible

so can we try to start fresh moving forward?

can we leave past relationships behind us?

~Melanie Thomason

 

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prove it

in 1985

in Jackson, Mississippi

in a shit brown ’69 Buick

in the driveway of my grandparent’s home

we sat silently

each for our own reasons

 

my mom sat in the front passenger’s seat waiting

clinging to the bouquet of flowers that somehow made it all ok

baby sister sat in the back seat beside me

quiet for once but only cause she didn’t know what was going on

dad sat seething in the driver’s seat

waiting for me to break the silence

to respond to their seemingly simple announcement and a question

They were getting back together

we were moving back home

and all he wanted to know was, “Isn’t that great, Melanie?”

They didn’t expect my shock, my hesitation

They didn’t know my horror or my ultimate resignation

that the brief respite had ended, as i should have know it would

when he repeated his question with that edge in his voice

I quickly mumbled “yeah”

but the damage had been done

“Don’t you love our daddy, girl?”

“Yes sir.”

“I don’t believe you, guess you’re gonna have to prove it.”

~Melanie Thomason

 

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every word

every word

every thought

every action

has all been about you

even if only indirectly

or has it?

has it really?

of course some of it has been about Him

and him, and him, and her, and Her

and the damage they’ve done

but the rest of it

every scribble

every line

every rhyme

has all been about YOU

or has it?

has it really?

maybe after all this time

it has all been about me

and I was too blind to see it

~Melanie Thomason

6/1/17

 

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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

5/28/2017

You can read more of my poems in my book:

Moonpies and Naugahyde

A Childhood Survived

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linger – a haiku

your words lingering

as smoke in an enclosed room

cause my eyes to tear

~Melanie Thomason

5/5/17

 

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WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

Wordifull

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

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