Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

To Maggie


Within the depths of his plastic pot,
Her peaked petunias bleakly rot;
Erection stemmed from bouquets of knot,
Yesterday rooted; today forgot. 

Severed roots by pointed pricks,
Lye beneath man’s molten sticks;
Adam’s temple falls ruin to Brick’s,
Morning relics; midnight rustics. 

Fear not the thorn of thy breast,
Without which life would cease progress;
For beneath the teat of thy chest,
Eternal treasure you possess. 

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – February 7, 2013

Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

10 thoughts on “To Maggie

  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Your poems are beautiful. I have enjoyed reading them, and am following now so I can explore some more. You have a talent for this!!

    • Thank you so much! It’s always great to hear such nice words of encouragement! I’m glad you enjoyed them 🙂 Thanks for reading!

  2. Ah, a poet(ess) amid Sempervivum(?). Lovely.

  3. What a wonderful poem, beautiful work. 🙂

  4. Ha – a lot of wordplay here – very colorful! k.

  5. thanks for follow me, wow, your poetry it’s great….

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