On this date…lol

Relatable 😉

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A favorite song~1952 Vincent Black Lightning

So this is the version i fell in love with.

 

I originally heard it on a compilation cd of Irish pub songs that did not list the artists….Over the years i have tried to find it and listened to many versions of it…like a dozen and none of them were what i was looking for.  Honestly the original version never did it for me though some swear by it.

 

Recently i found this version which i have to say starts slow but then packs a punch with emotion.

 

Which one do like better???

rotten

did the poison start with a prick?

was the infection at the moment of conception?

or did the contagion transmit through a mouth clamped to tainted tit?

or was there a preexisting contamination?

~Melanie Thomason

6/22/23

ghost of a flower

a poem from 2015
https://wordifull.wordpress.com/2015/05/04/ghost-of-a-flower/

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Champagne perfumes the morning

our love is a mere memory

the ghost of a flower

joy obscured

and still your voice haunts me

liquid velvet

& lingering smoke

fill me with desire

but only for what never was

the secret, sacred magic

was just a universe of words

unfounded

our eternity ended abruptly

stained glass

while pretty, still shatters

and I am no prisoner

~Melanie Thomason

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Johnny unfiltered

A reblog from 2015….I was just thinking of Johnny and decided to share his story again.

I once knew a Vet named Johnny

that is to say

I made his acquaintance

I’d wager no one really knew him

not after the war

he came back different

as many do

he rarely ever spoke

and never about the things he had seen or done

we worked for the same company for a time

though I don’t know what he did there

all I know is that his office was always cloudy with smoke

from his habitually chain smoking unfiltered  Pall Malls

we weren’t friends

in fact I doubt he even knew my name

our encounters were usually limited

to meeting at the office coffee pot

till that one night

that one night

after closing

after everyone had gone

I stopped by the Circle K next door

before starting my walk home

as i was walking by our building

a man from my past

who refused to take no for an answer

stepped out from the shadows

with threats to end my life

we threw obscenities at each other

and he threw a couple punches

but I was holding my own

till he pulled out a crowbar

just as he was raising it above his head to strike

I saw headlights and heard the screech of tires

with the car still running and the door flung wide open

Johnny was out of his car

and in one fluid motion had taken the crowbar away

I looked on in awe and disbelief

as he proceeded to beat him bloody

Johnny never said a word

never broke a sweat

and never dropped the lit Pall Mall

from between his lips

When it was over

all I could say was

“Thank You”

but I’m not sure if he heard

cause he just got back in his car

and drove away

~Melanie Thomason

Hands in the air (a very short story)

Harry gulped. His heart pounded inside his chest as he reached his hands into the air.

This was his chance.

He knew he only had a moment to react

or he would miss his opportunity.

He never knew it would happen exactly like this….

but he had trained,

he had practiced.

He knew he was prepared

and he was ready to face the challenge.

That was the day when Harry was finally chosen…

by a cat.

~Melanie Thomason

6/17/23

 

Photo by Chandler Crutten on Unsplash

fear

it is useless to run

to avoid horrors

 

it is useless to run

from the many faces of fear

 

all the things we fear the most

live inside our heads and beckon from within.

~Melanie Thomason

6/17/23

Pondering

Pondering if I have new words to be said

to expel the sounds of thoughts trapped in my head

or if I’ve said them all a thousand times before

with only slight variations on a theme, that bore

Am I merely building on previous creations

while articulating distorted recollections?

~Melanie Thomason

6/13/2023