Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

The Prodigal’s Plight

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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.)
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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

8 thoughts on “The Prodigal’s Plight

  1. A strange poem, but somehow I had to read it a few times.

  2. Beautiful imagery.

  3. A new take on the prodigal son.Or could be someone else.
    Very nice.

  4. Thank you so much for the follow! I have to admit i got curious and decided to give your stuff a read… Loving the line about ‘Chateau de la Grange’… I love it when poetry is tied to a sense of place like that as it gives it more realism and a sense of time/context that makes it so much more tangible!

  5. I am pleased to have found your blog and happy to follow! Peace! –Dennis

  6. In my, so far, brief experience with online poetry, this is the best I have seen. The second verse in particular, “hung lopsided on his wall”, is one of those lines that stick in the reader’s head.

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