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a flower

– Shichigoro Shingo

“Mummy, look what I found for you!”

“Thank you, my sweet.”

“It is soo pretty.  Do you know what it is?”

“That, dear one, is what the humans used to call a flower.  Before they had destroyed themselves and all other forms of life on this planet there were lots and lots of them.  You remember your history lesson on bees?”

“Yes, bees are pretty and so very important!”

“Precisely, and once the bees were all gone the flowers and all the other plants, fruits and vegetables died off as well.  They were all gone…where did you find this one?”

“Come with me.  I’ll show you, Mummy. There was a little patch of them over there.”

As the mother walked hand in hand to a field of flowers with her daughter, she realized the Earth was finally rebounding from the plague that had been humankind and she smiled.

~Melanie Thomason

2/13/2020

 

 

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Last Cigarette

 

“You know smoking can kill you, right?”

“Of course I do, do I look like a complete moron to you?”

“Ummm”

“Well I’ll have you know I’m an incomplete moron as is almost everyone by the way.”

“Anyway, I’m dying anyway so why should I stop doing anything I enjoy?”

“Well it might hasten your demise…”

“Let it! And if this is to be my last smoke, I’ll look fabulous doing it.  Actually you should take my picture to remember me by and to remind yourself.”

“Remind me of what?”

“To live your life until you die,  So many people don’t.”

~Melanie Thomason

1/30/2020

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Do you know who I am?

I‘m tongue-tied and vague

a red-headed harpy let loose by the sun

I’m the price of a stiff drink

in a one horse town

I’m a dusty floored attic

and you are leaving footprints as you go

I’m a wild summer night

driving too fast and screaming

obscenities out the windows

I’m the grey-green glow from the instrument panel

I’m the nubby-brown tack

of nicotine stained curtains

in a secondhand room

I’m incense in a closed space

I’m falling asleep in front of the TV

on a school night

I’m decadence made plain

I’m a whey-faced creature

coughed up by the earth

I’m butter-yellow sunshine

and I live in your eyes

I’m 10 feet tall and raggedy red

I’m desperately trying to make you see

I’m the sticky peeling pain

of sweat on vinyl

I’m the summer dusk from childhood

I’m wishing on stars and dandelion puffs

I’m fairy dust and magic wands

I’m the moon on an October night

I’m the orange-grey haze

falling on wet pavement

in February

I’m rain on leaves

on dead tree rings

I’m…

I’m…

Do you know who I am yet?

I’m a blue-eyed

dime store queen

I am who is

and might have been.

 

~Melanie Thomason

I originally posted this here on May 2nd 2013 so it’s the poem’s anniversary 😉

*yes, those are my eyes and that is the most of me I’m willing to post!

 

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Chloris

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– 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

9/23/2017

 

 

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

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– 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

 

 

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released

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released! no longer must he suffer in this living hell

his soul has broken free from his emaciated shell

his time on Earth is over without a single word

his spirit now is flying as if a wing’ed bird

~Melanie Thomason

9/6/2017

 

 

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