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distractions

there are books to read

and there are words to write

yet i’m distracted

by the gentle sounds

of the sleepy forest

seeping in my open bedroom window

that and the plaintive meow of someone

who wants back inside

~Melanie Thomason

9/10/2019

let me in!

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a poem

layers

of

time

shift

memories

drift

in

filling

me

up

weighing

me

down.

he

came

in

swift

he

is

a

gift

that

causes

my

mood

to

lift

~Melanie Thomason

9/9/2019

Splat

 

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Insect Orchestra

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

I listen to cicadas sing

zing, zing, zing

the same song for hours

as bees buzz ’round the flowers

Ο

afternoon fades,

gives way to night

crickets join in

and play the chorus

Ο

katydids’ calls and answers resonate

I contemplate

the symphony of the forest

~Melanie Thomason

9/8/2019

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prisoner

she is a prisoner to poetry

drinking in words as dark and delicious as coffee

listening to lyrical lines of joy or passion

to rhythms as soft as a breath brushing her cheek

or as fast and hard as hoof-beats

intoxicating rhymes tickle her tongue like champagne

she is a prisoner to poetry

and she need never be free

~Melanie Thomason

6/12/19

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Remembrance

In the end we all become stories.

That doesn’t mean that the stories are true.

It doesn’t mean that the stories accurately reflect you.

And when the last person that knew you dies your story fades…

Until the last person that they shared pieces of you with then dies

And so on until your story evaporates into the ether.

 

I remember you

but through rose-colored glasses

you, only better

and with my last breath

I hope someone remembers

a much better me

~Melanie Thomason

5/08/2019

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The true story of Medusa…a poem

get out Perseus
I’ve said no
a thousand times
I want to be alone
you call me Monster
but it’s you who are the monster
forcing women against their will
keeping them in cages
using them
abusing them
denying them
you call me Gorgon
I wear the name proudly
you fear my power
my strength
I’m not here for you
leave
or I will kill you
the snakes hissed
and slithered
reaching for him
their eyes red with rage
you dare speak to me that way
he shouted
his hands balled into fists
and with one swift motion
his head hit the floor
I speak anyway I wish
said Medusa softly
this is my home
then she grabbed his ankle
and dragged his still body to the sea

 

See original by Gigi!

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Beautiful Friend

 

I could —

But there is Death to remember,

Jim’s beautiful friend,

there is the pain to remember

the pretty red thoughts of steel on skin

and the stinging bite as you slide flesh under blade

~

I could —

But there is a time for everything

and maybe my bones need not be ground to dust just yet

or maybe there is time left to dream

~

I am a butterfly in chains,

black booted, bereaved, all in sinner’s black

~

There is a time and place for everything

oh why is it so damn difficult

this business of love and Death

and oh what a mess

~Melanie Thomason

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Easter

Image result for jelly beans

 

chocolate bunny

sits atop a basket of brightly hued plastic grass

surrounded by a sprinkling of jelly beans

and colorfully dyed hard boiled eggs

an Easter basket

 

*though for me its all about the chocolate!

 

~Melanie Thomason

reblog for Easter, originally posted 3/28/2018

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