Tag Archives: Romance


Lung cancer cell division, SEM


you are

an infectious disease



my every waking moment

thoughts of you

even creep in

to corrupt

my dreams


attack my cells


and multiplying

my system

cannot fight you off

and you spread


you and I

are one

no longer


or divisible







~Melanie Blackwell


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He was a thing of beauty that could not be claimed

a phenomenon of passion that could not  be tamed

I don’t kid myself anymore, he was never mine;

lovely illusion

Even as we met I knew it was too good to last;

 forgone conclusion

The brief interlude of happiness would be worth the pain;


~Melanie Blackwell


written for PROMPT 14 “THE MUSIC OF…” from http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com

We had  the following 4 Jeff Buckley songs for inspiration:
Lilac Wine 
Forget Her
So real 
Morning Theft


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Love (Vers Beaucoup)~ A Collaboration

This Vers Beaucoup* Poem is another collaboration between Bianca and I.
Stanzas 1 and 3, B.G. Bowers
Stanzas 2 and 4, Melanie Blackwell.

Dicentra formosa

Dicentra formosa

Spring flowers burst first with sunny thirst

We nursed our garden, love sprouting, never doubting

through seasonal pouting. Through summer heights and sultry nights

immune to fights, two hearts merged and our lives converged.

Flirtation and exploration regardless of location

provided warming sensation all through the Fall

never cause to brawl. We both did yearn to learn

to discern how to keep our love alive and make it thrive

Our hearts sang when Winter sprang, and marriage bells rang

we were ying and yang. Honey and moons and late afternoons

coffee and teaspoons, red conversations and blue revelations

in our garden of patience. No cloud too black to knock us off track.

Through the years we faced blackest fears and dried azure tears

holding one another near. White-hot pain fertilized a fleeting strain

yet our roots remain deep. Our love growing strong, because as we knew all along

we belong together. For all the right reasons, we have a love for all seasons.


© 2013 B.G. Bowers and Melanie Blackwell

*The Vers Beaucoup, a poem form created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many rhymes”. Each stanza consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:





Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.


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dew (haiku)

morning dew

if your love’s love is

delicate as morning dew

that  love is not true

~Melanie Blackwell


Filed under 25 Words or Less, haiku, Poetry

Cell Memory


do you see it? look! look harder

you gotta kinda squint your eyes and let go

let the focus slide a little off and look with you soul

with the wide red eyes of your heart



do you see?

do you SEE?

i dreamed of you and that is the scary part

it’s not just that you’re you and you’re beautiful

it’s that you are so aptly suited to me

like i couldn’t have built you better

sometimes, oh, sometimes i think i am so STUPID —

so stupid to let myself get into this mess

but i’ve been living it for so long i don’t know what else to do or how else to be

sometimes,  oh sometimes,  i wonder

it is to you, but i won’t let you read this because it doesn’t mean anything

and you don’t need to know

it’s all been to someone

all of it

it’s always been aimed somewhere

just happens to be you — this time

which is to say —

it’s the most real thing in the world

but in the end it is less about you

and more about me because when you’re gone

i will still have my words

me and my Words

a match made somewhere on the rim of hell

oh, and i don’t even know what i’m blathering about anymore

it’s all gotten lost in the translation from thought to tongue to paper

it is all lost

and i’m



if I keep this up I’m gonna say something I can’t take back

going to confess some terrible rhyme

one of these days you’ll take your hair down and it will kill me

i don’t know how to explain but i have this THING for hair

for long dark hair on long white men

it’s something older than time and a memory in my cells

some THING that makes my soul ache

i am ample distraction

if i sit here long enough

maybe i’ll sprout roots

maybe i’ll grow on you

(sounds like a threat to me — better run!)

(come undone)

(better do it, now –or else)

when you opened the door did you expect to find me?

do you know what you are looking at?

do you know me and will you hear my name?

i don’t ask or offer because i don’t want to be turned down

even gracious objection is wounding enough on its own

without the killing pain of outright refusal

but — you KNOW, now you know, i told you and you still talk to me like i’m a human being —

that is something

something i wouldn’t have had the guts for a year ago

do you ever wonder at the tide of time?

do you wonder as the candy-man plinks coins off the links in my spine?

not like that, not like it was but as it will be

future imperfect, the residual of years of languages —





oh the things

you might have been

i couldn’t let it be a secret, not this time, you’re too you for me to have suffered in silence

where is this going?

is it at an end —

oh gods

i don’t know

how to end

i never have

that’s my curse

and gift i guess

this mobius strip of endless dithering

i think i must



or else

it’s time


for my date



~Melanie Blackwell


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All that I Need



All that I need is the sensuous sound

of my name falling from those lips

All that I need is the pleasure, profound,

of my teeth on the curve of those hips

~Melanie Blackwell


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Love is Not in the Falling, it is in the Staying.

            Picture a tree on the playground of an elementary school.  If you look closely you will see Bobby + Suzy 4-Ever inside a big lopsided heart carved into the bark. Or better yet picture a pimply-faced boy walking through the forest, with a pained expression on his face, scribbling sappy drivel on post-it notes and sticking them to trees.  This is what I envision when thinking of most people’s concept of love.

            Few truly understand the nature of love.    Like carving on a tree most have  barely scratched the surface when it comes to love.  Many are  in love with the idea of love more than actually in love with their mate/spouse/etc. or the reality of love.

            I am not disparaging of love I only wants you to see a version of love that can make it in the real world.  Human beings are flawed.    People  need to be loved for their faults as well as their virtues.  I am aware that love is a “madness” and know that it is easy in the beginning to be awestruck and silly, but I want you to find a love that will prevail over time and the day-to-day drudgery of a relationship.

If you listen to nothing else, please heed this advice: Do not to put your love on a pedestal.  Pedestals can be capricious places!

Love is not in the falling, it is in the staying. 


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candy corn

though you are not of my world

nor i yours—

i suspect our customs are not so different

under the skin

i suspect you know a little about being

candycorn painful

i guess you know a little about being

a two-bit King.

~Melanie Blackwell


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