Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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Anticipation

The universe spoke today
It was crisp and sound
I lost it almost in the thunder

There was no death
Nor any sight of a thousand herons passing by
Only the fleeting of anticipation

And for the first time, I listened
As the ant drowned out the rain

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 29, 2014

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Songs From The Edge

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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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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Static

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Seattle Coffee

Seattle Coffee
What I’d like to think you left me for

Seattle Seafood
What you actually left me for

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


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When I Don’t Feel Like Writing

This poem is dedicated to everyone who has ever stopped by my blog, read a poem, or took the time to write me a comment. Your comments don’t go unnoticed. In fact, some comments I read over and over again because they fill me with joy and give me the inspiration I need to keep writing. So thank you all and know that it is because of you that I write.

When I don’t feel like writing
I think of my characters
And I write for them

When I don’t feel like writing
I think of the great writers
And I write for them

When I don’t feel like writing
I think of my readers
And I write for them

When I don’t feel like writing
I think of those who don’t read
And I write for them

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – January 25, 2014