Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

In Love

8 Comments

Tomorrow–
In her heavy stupor
Without–burning–violently–
Could finally wrap the heat
For curling into a ball
Small shudders

Full of nothing
But consciousness

Positive–
Gradually
In love–

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

8 thoughts on “In Love

  1. “Full of nothing
    But consciousness” Lovely!

  2. Wonderful. I love cryptic poetry. I’ve been told I am a paradox, as I hide behind words in my poetry, yet speak so frankly outside of my poetry. Online at least.

    I found a music video and a quote your poem made me think of.

    “He spent the afternoon watching the indicator light turn from red to orange to green and thought about how useless it was to be angry at anybody about an abstract principle…How could any idea that drives a man away from the people who love him be considered sound?”
    ― Ryan Boudinot, Blueprints of the Afterlife

    “Steal the Blueprint”
    by +/- [Plus Minus]

    Hey
    I never thought I’d find
    under layers of regret
    a recognition of the time
    before the boundaries were set
    when the pages were left blank
    the gold still buried in the soil
    and you could make a lot of noise
    with no connection to the past

    Do you wonder just what happened to
    all the desire to carry on
    without knowing where you’re going?

    Now it’s flavor of the month
    with all the expectations met
    Before they strike a single chord
    you can predict what you will get

    Hey
    Steal the blueprints and the maps
    stamp the spade into the ground
    strip the gold under the soil
    then stake a claim to the sound.

    Do you wonder just what happened to
    all the desire to carry on
    without knowing where you’re going?

  3. “Full of nothing” I absolutely love that line!

  4. Melinda,

    You have such a deft and subtle way of pinning down for examination those fleeting moments of insight which, for most of us, tease the fringes of consciousness leaving only a blurred impression. ‘In Love’ is a very good poem and I shall remember it.

    Paul

  5. Concise, distilled, shimmering…like BeautyReleased! Loving your sites!

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