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a conversation

“Take the gun.  Better to have it and not need it…”

She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket.  “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”

“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there.  Especially alone.  Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”

“Exactly right.  I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”

~Melanie Thomason

7/5/19

 

 

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summer love~haiku

Image by kordula vahle from Pixabay

sunshine, salty breeze

siren song beseeching me-

paradise awaits

troubles melt away

scrunching sand under bare feet-

ocean waves hello

beauty surrounds me

swimming into the sunset-

please don’t follow me

Melanie Thomason

7/5/19

 

 

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Mooning

Image by Epic Images from Pixabay

The full moon peeped through partial clouds

desperately trying to get a look at the couple below

wanting to bask in their light as they bask in the moon’s light

for the moon is no fool and she knows true love when she sees it

~Melanie Thomason

4/6/19

 

 

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windowless room

Though the sky is clear and no storm formations have been reported,

there are potential threats to her well being and sanity. His presence

looms. His words at any time could become projectiles, hurling toward her.

hurricane force winds

rip and tear, emotions surge-

must seek safe shelter

close eyes, protect heart

can’t risk evacuation-

a windowless room

~Melanie Thomason

2/20/19

 

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The Edge

always on the edge

of elsewhere

yet i’m ill equipped

for entry

into the ethereal

for it is not enough

to erase evil thoughts

even if they are exoteric

and emulation proves exhausting

which is exactly the point

~Melanie Thomason

10/20/18

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Moonlight Lovers

Image result for moonlight beach

I love the beach but alas, the sun does not love me so going during the day is not a great idea.  However much to my delight, the beach at night is a completely different experience.  The crowds are gone, the sand is cool, as is the ocean’s breeze.  The tranquility and calm washes over you.

water lapping feet

as we walk along the sand

moonlight softly glows

 

~Melanie Thomason

5/23/2018

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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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i bite my thumb at me

oh woe is the state of me

am I beyond repair?

if’t be true mine heart lies at the city centre

wherefore doth it not get along with its neighbor brain

which dwells near by in northern suburb?

thoughts after all bringeth forth emotion

and though synapse art wearied and has’t suffered damage

they doth still transit thither

~Melanie Thomason

4/29/2018

***I asketh thee, please forgive mine feeble attempts at sounding “Shakespearean” and the resulting butchery.

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