PARTS AND PIECES Bosom My mom used to call her breasts, bosoms. So of course, I’ve been told I would toddle around the house calling out Buzi buzi buzi buzi When I was hungry. Not sure if this is something I recollect, Or just a memory placed. I’ve always thought it was a funny word. … Continue reading Talking to you…2/29/20
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Woman – August 24, 2019
A selfless soul, Or is she? Bathed in arrogance Wanting all the glory Of the story. To be placed around her neck, A medal of gold, As unseen treasures unfold.
Lullaby – September 25, 2019
Lost in the roll of these hills Needling to find the words So, so far traveled. What will they amount to, If I cannot? Sitting down Facing you Is all I’ve ever wanted, To go away. The uncontrollable trembling Overtakes me While I fight To find these words, So precious A lullaby to my soul.
All the Beautiful Colors – September 22, 2019
Subtle and pastel, Spreading across the dusky sky. Silky and gentle, Rolling into your eyes. Filling up reflections In the panes of glass. Sitting and waiting For the lone meanderer To notice, For a second, As time stands still. A choreography is done Amongst the whispering clouds. Dancing alone Feeling life spread through, And in. … Continue reading All the Beautiful Colors – September 22, 2019
My Mom – September 10, 2019
She is... both alive in me And gone to this world. ~~~ She is... My baggage I will never drop And always pick up Teetering on the verge of sanity. ~~~ She is... The wind That plays in the leaves That jostle the grasses To make the most beautiful Whoosh. ~~~ She is... The voice … Continue reading My Mom – September 10, 2019
Experiencing Death – September 1, 2019
I’d rather it be me, than you, You ask why. Because I know what’s on the other end. An intensity, A tightness That won’t let go. It grips you, And holds you hostage Silent to its prey. I’d rather it be me, than you. But wait, Then it’d be you.
Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
So far, I’ve mostly let you piece me together, or make up your own mind. Sometimes creating someone else’s story is so much more fun. So, if you’re satisfied with what you know, I’d stop reading this post now. But if curiosities killed the cat, then here we go... I am not good at owning … Continue reading Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
Talking to you…Dear Children, – June 28, 2019
To my children in case of my untimely death (because this is the shit I think about), We are all born on the same path, every living being is given the opportunity to live and to die. No matter the length or what your journey is filled with. Live and love without reservation, regret, and … Continue reading Talking to you…Dear Children, – June 28, 2019
Talking to you…I followed her up those stairs 6/28/19
I remember that day, So very long ago. Stuck in my head, A blink of an eye, It appears Right in front of me. ~~~ I followed her up the stairs, Like you always told me to do. She was screaming And yelling, I did not understand. Did she know this would be her last … Continue reading Talking to you…I followed her up those stairs 6/28/19
Hovering – June 15, 2019
Nestled in, It was her Hovering in my head. Right there. I could feel her hand on my back, The smell she wore. As my eyes blinked closed I felt her dress lightly Brush my leg, And she was gone. In an instant, Forever.
Obligatory Love – May 31, 2019
Working the room, A Filial beloved Drowns in The must permeating. ~~~ Building, Layers on skin. Blinding eyes To truth. ~~~ Sitting, solitary. An empty room surrounds me. The chill of metal On my legs Pressing into my hide, As one, we sit in place. ~~~ White walls Evade emotion. Fluorescent bulbs, No windows Seal … Continue reading Obligatory Love – May 31, 2019
Motherless Daughter – May 24, 2019
Mama, please don’t go, I’m not strong enough. The memory of you, Lost in the waves of time And too volatile to prod. ~~~ Life moves fast, I had no choice. Heart breaks a thousand times each day Bellowing for you. ~~~ Your lessons are a record, In my mind, But I’m still weak Not … Continue reading Motherless Daughter – May 24, 2019
Hold My Hand – May 12, 2018
The sky slurs awake, As the day begins. My eyes creep open. This weight From years gone by, Alone and heavy. You never visit me while I sleep, But surround me in sorrow In my waking hour. On edge. Inhales shallow. Eyes swollen. Unnumbered hours Have passed me by Without the scent of you. Today … Continue reading Hold My Hand – May 12, 2018
Skin – May 7, 2019
Want to shed this skin. Urges come and go. To release the hate It holds me tight, Binded. Cracking the door Open, as it shuts. Slammed in my face. Fuel trickling on the fire. Burning in its place. Right where I am, Is right where I’ll be.
Belly – May 8, 2019
My belly is bloated. Full of this queasiness I cannot exude. I’m left with swishing. Gurgling up into my Adam’s apple, That belongs to you.
Weeps – May 8, 2019
As the child weeps, Sorrow seeps. The willow, its muse. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. An empty abyss Swirling around. One heartbeat found Frozen. In sorrow, As the child weeps.
I Promise – April 30, 2019
I promise, One thing With me. You’ll never be bored. I’ll keep you guessing. On your toes. You go right? I’ll go left. Never, Will you catch up to me. I’m a moving target. Always feeling what’s on my sleeve, Roll ‘Em up, Let's get dirty. I promise, One thing With me. I’ve let go, … Continue reading I Promise – April 30, 2019
Jasmine – April 26, 2019
I don’t remember when her scent changed from jasmine to hospital musk. She brought it home with her, And gently dressed in it. Until the end of time. The lines are blurred. There must have been a moment, I do not recount. Erased by the tick of the second hand, Another setting sun. The silence … Continue reading Jasmine – April 26, 2019
Will You?
Angel, come down. Circle your arms around my heart. Love me, Don’t leave me, Stay with me. Wrap me in your warmth. Safely tucked in. A bed time story. Like you used to do. One more time, Let’s find the hidden pictures. Love me, Don’t leave me, Stay with me. Don’t turn off the lights, … Continue reading Will You?
Sun – April 3, 2019
You are made of sun, A light I cannot touch.
DoRee MelNic 