Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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The Prodigal’s Plight

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 atop a bag of bones

(Dedicated to Jobina, a stranger, who in just a few passing words, inspired me to write.)
© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 26, 2014

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The Waking

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Somber
The scurry
Of dreams
Against the night air

Dawn slides down
Sky’s back
Peaking through
A garden’s gate

Her every breath
A burst of orange
And their feet on flames

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 15, 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


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Something Blue

Spattered wine preserves
Indentations of his clutch
An indenture she shall serve
With a canvas for a frock
Behind a bouquet of knot

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


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The Jagged Edge

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The jagged edge you
Straddle along the boundary
Of right and wrong when
Your sweat runs smooth as silver
Never to reside on one

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – May 27, 2014


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Let Your Blood Run

When you face the fear of the blank page
Cut open your heart
Let your blood run
A bloody page tells a better story than a blank one

Don’t let it dry
Keep it dripping
Down
Every
Page

Until end’s time
When your reader cannot distinguish it from his own.

 

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – May 13, 2014


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Night Falls

Night falls
So shall I fall with her

Though Moon rises
In the eyes of hopeful lovers
Moon is nothing without Night

Inside the gaping twilight
Let me hide, next to Moon
Who is but a reflection
Of a barren world
Which worships itself

I lie with Night
Yet I know no one looks for love in the dark
Except the fool
Who sees his soul glisten
Beneath the ripples of the sky
Where Aphrodite drowned long ago

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – March 13, 2014