Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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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.

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Writer’s Update

Pray, let this roll I’m on never cease nor halt. It is my every intention to conclude this play within a fortnight and it is much more pleasurable for one to roll than tread through winding discourse with iambic feet.

I am sorry for my lack of poetry these past few months. I am currently working hard on finishing my play set in Victorian England. Best Wishes!

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – August 23, 2014


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RIP Robin Williams

Robin Williams
In hopes of being inspired to write, I watched “Hook” earlier today. Having not seen it in quite some time I realized how perfect a movie it truly is from the screenplay, to the directing and casting. Two lines stood out to me in particular. The first line was said by Dustin Hoffman, “After all, what would the world be like without Captain Hook?” And then there was Robin Williams’ line which concluded the movie: “to live will be an awfully big adventure.” It was only minutes after hearing these words that I learned of Williams’ death. It was sad, ironic, and yet devastatingly beautiful in its own way. I do not wish to think about what the world will be like without Robin Williams. For now I’d rather remember him as I last saw him, flying high and touching the sky. RIP Robin Williams, you were a happy thought to us all.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – August 11, 2014