Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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To the Lovers

I buried my grasp on reality
Beneath the webbing of your tangled hair
For fear of letting it go while holding you near

Your breath fills my lungs
I go up in flames
Rising toward the flaring heavens

I am lost in the realm of your love
Still, your burdens weigh you down

Lose yourself and come find me

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – December 30, 2013

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Field of Thy Father

Softly, they come
Shredding voices in the night
Like lightning in a neon sky
They resound the uncharted path with
Torches so eternally felt.

Beneath the dewy dawn
Wet with blood from last night’s demons
Lies the broken bones of an unmarked grave.

Atop a mound,
The doe dreams of thunder.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – December 20, 2013


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Self Portrait

DSC_0007When all is plated in gold, true treasure lies in the vision of those brave enough to face the glare of their own reflection.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – December 10, 2013