Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

Songs From The Edge

27 Comments

It was fortunate
The way his voice floated through the cracks on the second story
How could a voice so full of feeling glide so effortlessly on air?

She knew the weight of sorrow
She had carried it through the slums
As they watched in windows with discontent

Even the rain knows misery
Who else breaks rain’s fall?

It pours
As she picks up the violin
She knew once how to play
Before she lost all sensation
In the tips of her being

His voice rises
Carrying her to the open window

She feels light
As the music from long ago

And the rain, it jolts to a beat
As it strums her blood through the streets

(Dedicated to C, and his voice, which carried me to wonderful places.)
© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 26, 2014

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

27 thoughts on “Songs From The Edge

  1. “Even the rain knows misery
    Who else breaks rain’s fall?”

    Brilliantly worded. So beautiful. Beautifully written!

  2. This is so well written, Melinda, it’s a genuine pleasure to read and savour.
    My best to you
    john

  3. ‘And the rain, it beats to a tune
    As it strums her blood through the streets.’
    Brilliant ending. 🙂

  4. Love these lines ‘…his voice floated through the cracks on the second story / How could a voice so full of feeling glide so effortlessly on air’ – what a wonderfully audible picture you’ve created.

  5. Wow! What a beautifully written melodic poem. You are so gifted!!

  6. So poignant and powerful. Just had to reread and savor. The last stanza captures it all. Thank you.

  7. What a beautiful poem. I love the way the words are strung together with ease and aptness not necessarily sacrificing the message therein. Thumbs up!
    Btw. Is it an abstract voice or you’re really talking about human voice?

  8. I love the images of harmony of his voice, her music and the rain and the concluding line.

  9. An entire story in this poem – absolutely wonderful!

  10. Just gorgeously written. Thanks for sharing and please continue writing! 🙂

  11. brilliant piece. such vivid imagery.

  12. The line, “Who else breaks rain’s fall?” captivated me. Thank you for reading my journal.

  13. the muse prevailed on the day you wrote this. 🙂

  14. Strong one. I pray C. is OK, but if not, the message came through and you learned a lot along the way from C.

  15. I particularly like this phrase
    “..Before she lost all sensation
    In the tips of her being”

    Beautifully done.

  16. Melinda – thank you so much for liking my post. Your poems resonate with me – thanks for the opportunity to see them. “(Dedicated to C, and his voice, which carried me to wonderful places.) – ” Like yours, my poem: Blue Thoughts on a Summer’s Day was dedicated to someone NR, whose talent “carried me to wonderful places”. It’s wonderful when this happens.

  17. very beautifully written

  18. Strummed her blood through the streets……I love how weird you are.

  19. I truly do love the way that feels. It has a wonderful rhythm.

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