his

 

His honeyed voice soothes

My aching psyche

His bright smile provides

Luminosity

His twinkling eyes beg

Curiosity

I run to him on slippered feet and place my palm on his chest.

The steady rhythm of his heart puts my wearied mind at rest.

~Melanie Thomason

2/19/2022

 

Birth

I gave birth today

Not from my barren womb,

but from my heart strong and my soul true

My fingertips gripped the pencil, poised over unlined paper

I had to press down hard to deliver my racing thoughts

and tore a hole right through the middle of the page

But on I wrote

 

When I went to read my creation

I found the letters had shifted into unrecognizable garble

I jiggled the paper to reorganize my reflections

Still the patterns seem to spell no word

Had I been fleeced of original thought?

I shook and waved the crumpled paper more and to my horror

I saw that I was continuously dropping syllables

 

At this rate my poem was sure to perish

as surely as apples that wilt and wither with blight

And so now I’ve had to adopt some sort of ad-lib

Some off the cuff step-child and pass it off as art

~Melanie Thomason

2/19/2022

words fell

 

At first the words fell from her lips

as nearly imperceptible drops,

as if from a falsely rumored rain

Then a quickening pitter-patter as rain did indeed pierce the clouds

and words formed sentences,

formed paragraphs,

formed poetry and prose

She continued unfolding her story aloud,

as she could no longer choke back the words

In a voice unrecognizable from lack of use

they poured out

as did the tears streaming down her face

till the words, rain, tears became indistinguishable

and the deluge was permissible

as only the trees bore witness

~Melanie Thomason

hard candy

 

she sucked on the words

hard candy

pilfered from her fertile mind

rolling them around on her tongue

savoring the contrasting flavors of bitter and sweet

feeling the smooth surfaces and sharp edges

turning over the sounds of the words

that she knew better than to share

with anyone

~Melanie Thomason

scattered

I effort to gather my thoughts

as so many scattered leaves

Only to have them blown hither and yon

by a word from you

~Melanie Thomason

2/6/22

 

Confine

I’m merely a collection of sad stories

All bitterness, anger and imperfections

Pretending that I’m not broken wide open

Struggling for air as waves of past crash down

Like weeds, family roots run deep and hang on

My inability to let it all go

keeping me from thoroughly ripping them out

Each time I attempt escape from memories

They wind tighter, tether me and snap me back

To be trapped inside the confines of my mind

~Melanie Thomason

1/29/2022

scream

I scream

at the black sky

only the tiny diamond moon

knows why

just waiting for another thousand days

to go by

and try to catch some sleep in the shadows

 

~Melanie Thomason

1/15/22

colors

if good is white

and honest

and pure

and black is bad

and false

and evil

what color is malevolence?

what color ambiguance?

11/2021

Melanie Thomason