woman of his dreams

a murmuring voice called to him softly from the forest

perplexing, as no one was supposed to be around

no one for miles

that is why he chose this place

the breeze carried sweet songs of wren to his ear

normally he would delight in their melody,

yet their tune was agitating

distracting him from finding the source of the lulling, hypnotic siren’s call

 he needed to find the voice that, even now, from a distance,

was having such a palliative effect on him

giving him hope and new reason to live

he walked a bit too briskly through the woods,

finding patches of dried leaves made for slippery footing

and he almost tumbled into the lake before he saw it

and it was her reflection that first mesmerized

there was something supernal about her beauty

he was half afraid she would evaporate when he looked up

yet

there she was… in graphic detail, drenched in sunlight

fully exposed to his hungry, grateful gaze

not vapor, yet not really flesh and bone

skin kissed golden by an artist’s brush,

hair adorned with flowers and moss,

she was the epitome of beauty and nature

she was all he searched for yet never felt worthy of

at once he felt a desire, a lust, not for his pleasure alone

but to see her face alight with joy, with ecstasy

and to know that he had given that to her

who had given him everything

~Melanie Thomason

5/12/2014

 

 

 

 

 

Micropoetry

The fabulous Bianca was kind enough to add artwork to some of my micropoetry.  I hope you enjoy her creations and my words.

 

Cell Memory

there-

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 your soul

with the wide red eyes of your heart

now

LOOK

do you see?

do you SEE?

♦

i dreamt 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

♦

yes, 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

lost

LOST

♦

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 —

♦

wild

feral

bestial

Queen

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

stop

now

or else

it’s time

now

for my date

with

Death

~Melanie Blackwell

*an old journal entry unearthed

amaranthine

your love

burned bright red

a  love so many long for 

I needed a deeper hue

an amaranthine love

♥

~Melanie Blackwell

Sweet Interlude

Your words dripped from your lips

I drank them in like honey

and I was drowning,

sighing

∞

I gazed into your soulful eyes

like pools of rich hot chocolate

and I was drowning,

melting

∞

The air is still thick with your goodbye

it is like breathing in molasses

and I’m drowning,

dying

~Melanie Blackwell

Whole – for Prompt 23: Anais Nin quotes

Surrounded by sheeple, yet I feel all alone

I’ll risk Medusa’s wrath, I might be better as stone

˜

I long for a connection, for a love that is real

it may well destroy me but at least I will feel

˜

I’ll gladly drown in the onyx depths of your soul

forsaking oxygen for one taste, one chance to be whole

∞

~Melanie Blackwell

For mindlovemisery’s prompt – see the prompt and her amazing words  at http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com

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Amethyst

your soul-piercing eyes intoxicate

heeding not my amethyst armour

◊

your honeyed words inebriate

whether villainous snake or charmer

~Melanie Blackwell

** from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amethyst

Amethyst is a violet variety of quartz often used in jewelry. The name comes from the Ancient Greek ἀ a- (“not”) and μέθυστος methustos(“intoxicated”), a reference to the belief that the stone protected its owner from drunkenness. The ancient Greeks and Romans wore amethyst and made drinking vessels of it in the belief that it would prevent intoxication. It is one of several forms of quartz. Amethyst is a semiprecious stone and is the traditional birthstone for February.

Interlude

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;

self-delusion

∞

~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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