Shaving like I mean it.

Shaving like I mean it.
Shaving with Meaning

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Spring comes again...

The rabbits smell the spring in the air,
the lady plays the flute,
the robins breast is flashy flair,
and the hummingbirds follow suit.

Spring has sprung through damp warming
of the ground,
a long remembered song resung,
trilling notes from
feathered throats resound.

The highest peaks covered by winter's snow,
the folk step out to breath fresh scent
In the valleys, nooks and crannies below
The sun's warmth has straightened backs that bent.

The spring has such dramatic increase
where winter held up energy to store
as the lambs born in bright wooly fleece
that bounce their springy leaps and more.

The lives that winter spared in season
are returned back to their routine
to explore, experience, reason
and to plow and plant between.

- Melanie Davis 3.20.2018

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

I be in the soft unfocused places
I be in the spaces that cannot be defined
I reside within and without
In time and in rhythm as a lung might do
Liquid like membrane
Fluid like breath
Essential as surface tension
A skein aweaving in tenebrous design
I weft, wax, wane, swell, diminish, open and close...
Samewise I transport and transpose
Carried by stray thought, careless purpose, curious solemnity and well placed by fates as the stride of all must do...
I be in my wyrd...

- Melanie Davis

Friday, March 10, 2017

I am your sister in arms
Arms that love hooked together
I am your sister in song
Song that raises our collective voices
I am your sister in dance
Dancing when our joy is the rhythm
I am your sister in waking
Waking with you in love and in truth
I am your sister in weeping
Weeping together when we must
I am your sister in grieving
Grief that is shared is best and overcome
I am your sister in humanity
Humanity that we can choose to extend
I am your sister eternal
Eternal for our energy shifts but does not end
I am your sister in healing
Healing with you
I am your sister
Your sister
Sister and friend

Melanie Davis March 10th, 2017
Maybe it is the lack of sleep but I swear
I can feel you reaching out to me
Laying your light upon my skin.
Is this love they tell about in song?
A breaking in the storms we endure.
What a fineness it is!
It plays in perfection where the gentle caress is needed.
Savouring your time with me,
Warming me in the best of ways.
Oh rays of light from my window I adore your presence.
Give you I do my best affection and deep appreciation.

Melanie Davis 3/10/2017

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Oh the vices we require to dull our realities.
We know it,
we are guilty then do it some more because of the guilt,
accepting the fall and plunging in it's depths.
Never did we think we might reach out to one another for help,
so embarrassed are we.
Humans are too used to drowning in shame, flagellating themselves then turning to do the same of their fellows.
Oh the vices we turn to to dull our realities
Lash after Lash
Impurity cannot be removed in this way
Bitter tears do not absolve
Only the relinquishment of fear
Only the seeking out of a fellow hand
Only a path lit with the sparest light
Only a humble love
Only a stretched eye with the capacity to see worth is acceptable to redemption.

Melanie Davis 2/5/2017
"Catching the Light" by Truls Espedal

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


It's OK,
I understand,
I overstepped in speaking too much truth to power.
I get it.
Carry on like it didn't happen.
Go back to sleep.
It will all be alright now that people can think they have some semblance of control again.
It's ok, forget, only get mad at the ones you are being pointed at, being told who the enemy really is.
The lullabies they sound like respite.
It's ok.
I understand,
though I cannot follow where you go, because I cannot be asleep again.
Melanie Davis 1/25/2017

Monday, January 16, 2017

Somethin's to do...
somethin's to do...
some sinnin' some grinnin'
some frownin' some cryin'
some ridin' some walkin'
some lovin' some dyin'
some jokin' some pokin'
some gamin' some playin'
some wakin' some sleepin' ...........
some singin' some bayin'
some dancin' some kneelin'
some hatin' and warrin'
some hurtin' then some healin'
and kissin'
All in all a flash
Fittin' on the head of a pin
Our energies
in this universe
they are a somethin'

-Melanie Davis 01/16/2015