…and I haven’t even showered yet!
~Melanie Thomason
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Chicago
They say big cities are melting pots
And it is true
But some cities are better chefs
And Chicago
has been simmering a long time
creating a depth of flavor
all it’s own
~Melanie Thomason
Just reflecting back on my lovely trip to Chicago a little over a year ago.ย ๐
Filed under Poetry
Quote-Winston Churchill
“Many men stumble over the truth from time to time,
but most pick themselves up
and hurry off as if nothing happened.”
-Winston Churchill
Filed under Quotes
You’re ALL individuals! (from Life of Brian)
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Brian: Please, please, please listen! I’ve got one or two things to say.
The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you’ve got it all wrong! You don’t NEED to follow ME, You don’t NEED to follow ANYBODY! You’ve got to think for your selves! You’re ALL individuals!
The Crowd: Yes! We’re all individuals!
Brian: You’re all different!
The Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I’m not…
The Crowd: Sch!
~from Monty Python’s
Life of Brian (1979)
Filed under Quotes
warden -micropoetry
The prison door is wide open
your fear is the only warden
~Melanie Thomason
Filed under micropoetry, Poetry
Undoing (with audio)
Black
on grey
on twilight,
the purple dusk
and bruised toenail
sliver of moon.
The trees
are dark beasts
on the horizon
and I rode- I strode,
on my own two-feet
to the gallows,
the sad-sweet moment
of my undoing
its not magic
but something else
altogether—
Like a first smile,
like a newly found element.
Something else,
yes, something else entirely.
There is a face in the moon,
a skull,
a dry, dead grinning thing
and it is this,
it is always this
I return to.
~Melanie Thomason
2013
This poem is from my first book,ย Spectrum: Watercolored Words
Filed under audio, Books, Poetry, reblog, Spectrum Watercolored Words
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
Filed under Poetry
