Author, writer, poet, nature lover.
Canada
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Our poetry anthology #Entangled is officially out! I'm exceedingly proud of this book, particularly sharing the pages with 9 talented poets. Learn more about this collection at: melindasciencewrit.wixsite.cβ¦
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In the east, you call me wren,
my hair is lantern-lit
your fingers god-like braiding time
into my vignette.
We breathe as wind skimming onyx waters, a sentient kiss without measure.
There are no jealous storms, only miles of savannah lifting its skirt to a blue moon.
#vss365
I spent my childhood sitting under her branches, braiding wildflowers to hang on her needles as high as I could reach;
She spent her treehood dropping beetles onto my head, offering sap and a place away from the world when I needed a safe spot for a secluded catharsis.
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we dream of haiku days
abandoned before our breaths could catch
to wonder where the meaning lay
now we feel the pull of verse
where rhythm knows no silent measure
lips & hands in arioso prayer
andante lost to faster pace
crescendo peaks, yet
still
we dream
of things unnamed
We have our first dance on a rooftop garden, the smoggy tangerine of twilight steals ivory from her wedding dress, but she smiles anyway. As comets ignite the sky,I pull her closer,drown my nose in her hair of lilac and gasoline, praying we make it to the end of our song.
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seventeen rains
have come & gone
since I have seen you
two hundred and ten
full moons
& new moons
but let this #season
of melancholy
continue
these years
can't end so soon
there are still memories
that haven't fully
hurt me
let them,
in this eighteenth monsoon
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I imagine she stuffs sunflower petals into the broken part of my heart,tells me about minnows and memories, that itβs okay, this spidering of souls in our season of parting; but I want her back, and listen for her laughter on the wind, and wish for her fingers in my hair.
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Hold me close;Iβll be gone soon, but know you can find me in shadow melting under a waking sun, in the dance of a binary star, in the elation of a poetβs live reading,in the pull to look up at an eclipse, and in the quiet space between breaths of a long needed confession.
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Her kiss tastes of woodsmoke, her fingers playing with wet soil in my hair; sheβs aware she renders me skin-drunk in the river, pleasure percolating in the wanton waters under the wistful watch of peeping pines who witness how easily I drown at her touch.
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The concrete splits open and I push through, sacrificing leaves that are stripped from my stem in the struggle, but sunlight kisses my wounds, my petals crippled but fight to unfurl, and the echo of my heartbeat is caught in throats of starlings eager to pluck me free.
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I pencil sketch her maple leafs, sing her the song she taught me when I was a child & she was a seedling; a lifetime of daydreaming against her trunk; but today my hair is sticky with sap as she weeps, tucking memories of me underleaf, sensing my lifeβs roots are wilting.
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I hunger for thunderstorms and warm pavement,a respite from the timebox that ransoms my dreams, to be awarded full custody of my cells, carve my name in carbon and stimulate stars clustering under my skin,and if Iβm lucky, fill my soulβs reservoir with a life well lived.
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Ants crawl over my frigid skin on their way to daffodils bathing in Saturday sunlight, a pair of my loverβs rubber boots and shovel near my cheek; a gentle breeze wakes wind chimes on the quaint porch; I stare unblinking at a bluebird in the birdbath singing me to sleep.
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