"in still bodies of water,"
Melody W 

Tuesday morning, echoing
unsteady midnight transgressions
and unmarked yearning -
worthless to but a few
and even then,
quickly forgotten

Wisps of you linger
in fragmented light,
in still bodies of water,
in faintly perfumed air…

These redwood trees
know my sorrow by name;
their steady branches
beckon me home.

In our brilliance,
we have forgotten
the intricate framework
our lives were built upon.

©MW
"Quietly skimmed off the water,"
Melody W 

Quietly skimmed off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it had disappeared to

And the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls
In its absence, skies turned
a startling iridescent blue
coagulating with pallid grey

and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled ever so slightly -

until an odd ripple effect
mercilessly shook entire branches,
birthing simple pattern reflections

And yet -
When lettering in the sand
curled up, aghast,
to reveal buried secrets
Why, the past was blown away
like nothing at all
of significance

And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"hes down, breaking the smooth mirror of water"
Melody W 

Above the surface of the cerulean waters
an oval of light, oblong and lean hovers
suspended in time, longing for an accumulation
of meaning without truly being;

Coursing through this vast expanse of space
surrounded by silent floating sea creatures
this spectacle of illumination glows with faint longing

Suddenly, the pale orb flickers, hypnotizing
as it crashes down, breaking the smooth mirror of water
into a million deflected light particles

In that one moment time stands still
and the portal to infinity slowly opens,
as a new meaning is born
forced into being from
beneath the waves.

©MW
"when the wind skimmed it off the water,"
Melody W 

when the wind skimmed it off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it disappeared to;
the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls

in its absence, the sky turned
a startling iridescent blue
and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled slightly, lightly -

until a ripple effect
mercilessly shook the entire branch
creating simple pattern reflections
pushing other patterns to quickly
assemble themselves and
replace previous ones
while lettering in the sand curled up
to reveal buried secrets

Why, the past was blown away
like nothing of significance
And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"of the lapping water"
Melody W 

my thoughts swim in fuzzy circles
always ending with confusion met with
the most peculiar sense of longing…

last night, I dreamt of the sea
the lulling waves kissing
particles of sand
and ebony stones
rubbed smooth over time

I awoke uneasily,
the distant cadence
of the lapping water
resounding in my ears;
seaweed clung to my hair as
my circadian rhythms swayed in distress

in the distance,
the wail of a woman -
quickly muffled by the unknown
and tossed away

©MW
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