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linger – a haiku

your words lingering

as smoke in an enclosed room

cause my eyes to tear

~Melanie Thomason

 

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WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

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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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a coffee can and a box of…

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

Beth knew

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.

~Melanie Thomason

 

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she refused

she refused

to drop her gaze

or weep

or display her shame

in any other way

though she knew it was

what was expected

she didn’t bother to cake on makeup

to conceal her bruises either

she was tired of hiding

let them draw their own conclusions

about her most respected husband

let him be judged and found lacking

not that she would be around to see it

because today, with head held high

was the day she walked, not ran, away

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

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ricochet

 

behind white blinds

drawn tight

angry words ricochet

some hit

some graze

out of view

of prying eyes

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

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Receive

 

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~Background image from Pixabay poem by Melanie Thomason (3/23/16)

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he is the man

She was warm

and nurturing

somehow than turned

into control

and while she used to build him up

all she does now

is tear him down

like his destruction

is her goal

she used to complain

he didn’t make enough

that if he was a “real man”

he would do better to provide

so he took on overtime

and a part time job as well

and now she complains

that he is never home

accuses him of having someone else 

a woman on the side

she criticizes his every move

says he “can’t do anything right”

and as she slaps him in the face

she calls him weak

and useless

because he refuses

to fight

he trudges through each day

tired and beaten down

and wonders what has happened

to his life

he no longer recognizes himself

but he doesn’t feel

like he can leave

they have kids

and she is his wife

he no longer sees his family

has no friends to understand

so he suffers silently

no one would believe him

anyway

after all

he is the man

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

*October is National Domestic Abuse Awareness Month.  Just a reminder that women are not the only victims of domestic violence.  Men are abused as well and are often too ashamed to admit it or ask for help.

 

 

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angry

 

Billy was an angry man

he hated his own life

but instead of making changes

he took it out on his children & his wife

his hands, his belt, a wooden spoon;

anything in reach would do

and after every vicious assault

he made sure they knew it was their fault

~Melanie Thomason

Source: angry

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