Melanie Kate

Melanie Kate Feb 2011

We can never undo what we’ve done;
retrace the steps we took.
We can never unknot the choice
binding conscience and soul forever.
We can never rewind the moments
allowing us to betray our Hearts.

I cannot forget those seconds
before All became torn apart.

And though the pain begs in me
to find all the beauty of life;
live and dance for my present moments-
I cannot be rid of the emotion:

Haunting the corridors of my mind
in waking, breathing minutes of every passing day.

We cannot reclaim the loss
of a life we so easily denied.
We can never replace the heartbeat
of a person we will never know.
We can never begin to imagine
just how wonderful it could really have been:

Because we never embraced the opportunity
to allow Beauty to enfold us sweetly.

Though Rationality tries to calm me,
soothing the unforgiving feelings,
I never seem to escape the Hurt
lingering so deeply in my ribcage:

thoughts and aches recurring,
telling me this was my biggest Mistake.

(c) Mel D. 2011

Melanie Kate Dec 2010

It never was

The floor is warm.
Outside is still for once.
Notes of French accordions
swirl in my ears’ soul.
And there is a lost expression
searching for the tears within
that say: “You never meant a thing.”

Surging with unexpressed frustration
the Pain comes alive;
Reporting that all activity
points to a truth I’m terrified to see.
My mind drags itself around these walls;
only to return to the centre of it all.

Within four walls there is no escape.
I cannot allow myself release,
until I see the sunshine of my truth.
Every 12 months it comes to this:
Now I have no reason to feel or believe
this might ever be any other way.

The bed is too far for comfort;
The world unknown to me for refuge.
My company is sliced open
with dreams of you telling my heart
its better this way for now:
All this time the dead trees
flower with soft, cold snow.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. 2010

Melanie Kate Nov 2010

Moments

Moments like these racing through me:
Looking out the bus window,
stacks of lights
in square, blinded blocks of cement.
Golden trees
turning brown and barren.
But moments like these,
I'm miles away, I'm someplace else.

Moments like these passing me by:
As I wonder through streets,
alleyways wafting in dark sewerage;
Seafood bistros glaring at me.
My hips sway, my feet sink
into exotic sand, sunshine warm.
Floating effortlessly along the dead concrete,
opening my tiny door; this nutshell abode.

And I can’t breathe here
without moments like these.
They are the broken pieces
of my longing heart.
Slowly keeping me together
in these moments’ reality.

Moments like these, slipping, speeding away:
Like endless traffic in angry madness,
in cities that awaken in darkening hours.
The tranquil silence in my heart
guides me to your faces.
One by one I dream for each;
For all the things we want, the good things we need;
For happiness, love, success.
Each thought embedded, embroidered
into moments like these:
Sitting on a bed, millions of miles away,
a cold, rainy day –
A heart beating for moments not these.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. 2010

(C) MKD 2010

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Melanie Kate Sep 2010

Open Closeness

My leaves float in this autumn
Sprouting colours of seasons past.
And I hold your hand here,
One more time.

Lounging in the watery sunshine,
I nod off into the peace
Of sheer exhaustion;
The cat purring his comfort.

I see moons hanging
Beyond the shadow of your sunshine.
My breathing stirring windless
Spaces once shared.

There will be rain soon
In this barren sky of ours.
Giving life to the dormant,
in these desert hearts.

Shared and gathered, like nesting chicks
In a feathered house of closeness,
I am growing wings
From our brushed lyrics.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. 2010

Melanie Kate Sep 2010

Spooning

I dug a hole
with a spoon.
Stainless steel twists of
Pain.
The Earth piling into heaps,
like mountains of weight.

I lit the candle,
placed it in Earth.
I began the second hole:
Cradle
for the seed,
the ‘could-have-been’.

Scribbled some words,
Folded the page-
Muddy, smudged:
Tears
from the jawline,
clutched, into the ground.

Marked the bulbous
round of the spoon-
Tombstone.
Grief drizzled grave,
sized for fit.
Softly closing the wound.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. 2010

Melanie Kate Feb 2010

Shoreline break

It doesn’t matter if you cry
into the sea.
It almost makes sense:
War and love entangled here
in her lapping waves.

So beautiful and ugly
her alluring effect
reminds of the will to live,
coupled with the will to give up,
in silent calamity:
to die.

Her coldest moment,
the calm sway of her shore
makes the tired body quench-
Desire for such nourishment,
is the ultimate.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. 2010

Melanie Kate Feb 2010

Middle mirth

Paint the ocean purple with
bruises left from punching moments -
little pains of life,
turbulent winds
in forced water hurricanes;
My fist sweats
in panicked knot.

The beads form a necklace
strangled the breath.
Pupils dilatedin frozen memory
of the sand’s grains parted
through The arrival:
Birthed raw into earth’s womb.

Flapping and panting like beating,
mouths gaping bewildered
in the urgent call.
The pits within swirl,
crazed by the addiction
pulsing in my middle earth.

(c) Mel D. Ltd. 2010