Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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Marble Statues

Kids in a museum
What if volcanoes are the Earth sighing?

We embroider our delusions
So we may touch the marble statues

Laughter’s loss ascending
Into curiosity

I don’t keep expectations
I just think of what I want and grab it

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 15, 2016


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Black Eye

Black Eye-1

I love multi-way
Options are a good thing.

Cool new colors
Will have to
COVER-UP.
The FRINGE
Or as we like to call it,
Your little
Secret

Hot dots
Everyone needs
Wild prints.

Easy is the new! Knockout

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – June 14, 2016


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Off the Record

You say a lot
I note my luck and keep even my voice
But you’re not listening to me

As long as I am
You’re summing me up
I’ll wait for you to take a breath

I gulp
Give up? I’m counting on that

You blush
That’s really frustrating

So, in plain English
Won’t you tell me?
Or would it be too embarrassing?

Lemonade offhand
I’ll admit to that

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – May 06, 2016


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Water Into Wine

I knew a man named Jesus,

He kept a pebble in his shoe to remember he was one atom human and one quantum God.

When the girl with the alabaster jar asked if he were good,

Jesus smiled, kicked free his feet and said,

“Yes, girl. For you have reminded me so.”

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – July 28, 2015


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The Descent

I find my balance
Atop a mountain
Where fireweed stops growing
And skullcaps run amuck

I follow the path forgotten
Edged from fallen rocks
Laced with Juniper trimming
Uncharted, untamed

At the end, unsettled soil
A most miraculous sight
I raise my foot
Unknowingly, my last step

And the eagle, watching
Swoops down
Perching atop my limb
Suspending all haste

Immobile I stare
Those brooding eyes
That majestic smile
Half in the air
Half off the ground

I tumble
Down
Fallen
Flat

With regained sight
I stare, up the mountain
Now, a heap of fallen rock
I’ll follow the path

But first,
I must perch here for the night
And rest my soul
For its impending flight

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – January 19, 2015