Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Essays, Resume


13 Comments

Anticipation

The universe spoke today
It was crisp and sound
I lost it almost in the thunder

There was no death
Nor any sight of a thousand herons passing by
It spoke as it has always done

And for the first time
I chose to listen
Along the sill of an open window
The fleeting of anticipation
As the ant drowns out the rain

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 29, 2014


14 Comments

Songs From The Edge

It was fortunate
The way his voice floated through the cracks on the second story
How could a voice so full of feeling glide so effortlessly on air?

She knew the weight of sorrow
She had carried it through the slums
As they watched in windows with discontent

Even the rain knows misery
Who else breaks rain’s fall?

It pours
As she picks up the violin
She knew once how to play
Before she lost all sensation
In the tips of her being

His voice rises
As it carries her to the open window

For a moment she feels light
For a moment she hears the music
From long ago

And the rain, it beats to a tune
As it strums her blood through the streets

(Dedicated to C, and his voice, which carried me to wonderful places.)
© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 26, 2014


7 Comments

The Prodigal’s Plight

He was born, only once
His one want, to want not

He learned sorrow in the faces
Hung lopsided on his wall
Of friends and family
And a stranger he knew once

When he died
They threw out his leftovers
With the crystal fragments
Of a chandelier
Which fell from the
Chateau de la Grange

And when his soul
Which had fled long ago
Glanced in passing
It stopped to admire
The picture of a stranger
Lying in a bed of bones

(Dedicated to Jobina, a stranger, who in just a few passing words, inspired me to write.)
© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 26, 2014


4 Comments

Poetry on Photography

DSC_0987-9

Purchase this on ETSY

She knew she’d
Never reach as
Far as her eyes
Could soar when she
Tangled up in him
And blindly wanted
Sky no more

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 22, 2014


5 Comments

The Waking

DSC_0441-1

Somber
The scurry
Of dreams
Against the night air

Dawn slides down
Sky’s back
Peaking through
A garden’s gate

Her every breath
A burst of orange
And their feet on fire

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 15, 2014


1 Comment

My photography on Etsy: BeautyReleased

https://www.etsy.com/shop/BeautyReleased

Hi everyone, I thought I’d share the link to my Etsy Shop: BeautyReleased which displays some of my photography for sale. I thought some of you might enjoy it since I do not post a lot of my photos on my poetry blog. I am also hoping to create a few pieces which combine my poetry and photos. I hope to post more photos/prints/canvases on my shop as soon as I sell these first items and figure out the details on printing future pieces. If you have any questions or recommendations please contact me. Also, if you have your own Etsy account please leave a comment below with a link to your shop. I would love to check out your work and follow you. Hope you are all well (:


1 Comment

My Experience With Tragic Love

Let me warn you against tragic love so you might do your best to avoid it. Where do I begin? There is no beginning nor end, only middle; swirling, intoxicating, vigorous middle. Tragic love forces itself upon you. It is the thickness of breath that seeps inside the still of night, delving deeper and pushing faster toward your subconsciousness, it plots to rip you from the inside out. There is no escaping, no peace of mind. Haunting you in your dreams, it strips you of comfort and sight. It fools you with thoughts of pleasantry before it violates your judgment and takes prisoner your emotions. It squeezes its way inside your brain, forcing control of every last nerve. Soon, each inch of your day is breached and you await the cold, long nights spent alone. You do not want it, you do not wish it well nor bid it remain. Nothing in your power can get rid of it. Tragic love forces itself upon you and when it is finished it leaves the way it came.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – August 29, 2014

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,558 other followers