Hue of the Moment

Today Purple was broken,

the hurdle misspoken.

Lies I'm only hinting

There's no one I'm missing.

Today yellow is hiding,

this mellow subsiding.

Waling so pathetic,

Long to be synthetic.

Blue gasping... drowning...

through with clowning.

Waves crash against my bones,

I stand upon your stone.

Tomorrow red is falling,

out the head and crawling.

Our flight so impressive,

Soaring high.... connected.

Taking the writing challenge using the phrase: "The Night Inside Me"

Transition and transcendence let’s tread so lightly. The co-dependence, the night inside me.

Deniable perturbance feeds the mighty.The real disturbance, the night inside me.

7/26/23

Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko

The night inside me, calm and cool and won't deny me, to long for a bond with the strong, the sightly, knight beside me. 

The kite that glides free, like the fool who's reply just might be, take the time to hold on tightly, or don't abide thee.

The days of light be, bright with spite and relying blindly on the the sun, but we're spun, and there is no ride free. 

The night inside, dark and quiet, a cricket riot, and I wait with the bait, and stand up just and rightly, but I only might be. 

10/8/23

Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko

Passive Aggressive Gaslighting

Doesn't belong in the work place either. 

The Sun

 

It’s the ‘all-for-one’ - two, three…Not everyone is on bended knee.

Falling out of synchronicity...  but the sun feels warm to me, you see? 

It’s the ‘fall in line’…., six, seven, eight.
Shade so divine, don’t contemplate.
Blinding uniformity... 

But the sun feels warm … you will see.

It’s the ‘lose yourself’, to X Y Z.
Check the time and forget to be
It’s sweet simplicity... 

and the sun feels warm , we all agree.

 

7/01/2023

Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko

 

 

 

Word is Bone

It’s starting again, you’re making enemies of friends.

You say you know before it begins… awful trouble; the web… it spins. 

I’m exhausted, on my tip toes; always dodging your digs and blows.

You say you’re the one who knows, but it’s your emptiness that overflows. 

More uncomfortable each new day; the anger, the bone… in all you say.

You say everyone else makes you this way; as you’re building a wall, 

no time to play.

Your questions are statements, you don’t seek to learn. 

You’re dictating the placement of who and how they burn. 

You claim ownership without purchase… 

you’re sinking my ship, from beneath the surface. 

I’ve had to answer, how is this worth it? It’s like cancer in a static circus.

MelMinda
August 2022