Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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Marble Statues

Kids in a museum
Are volcanoes just the Earth sighing?

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We succumb to our delusions
So we may touch the marble statues

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A universe on display
And I was in awe to witness
Their laughter ascending into curiosity

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Pressure is prehistoric

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Black Eye

Black Eye-1

I love multi-way
Options are a good thing.

Cool new colors
Will have to
COVER-UP.
The FRINGE
Or as we like to call it,
Your little
Secret

Hot dots
Everyone needs
Wild prints.

Easy is the new! Knockout

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – June 14, 2016


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Off the Record

You say a lot
I note my luck and keep even my voice
But you’re not listening to me

As long as I am
You’re summing me up
I’ll wait for you to take a breath

I gulp
Give up? I’m counting on that

You blush
That’s really frustrating

So, in plain English
Won’t you tell me?
Or would it be too embarrassing?

Lemonade offhand
I’ll admit to that

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – May 06, 2016


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Love Song 1

You press your eyes against me
Deep breathes
Spiraling
The open air
We move among the drums
Where children play
They know no rhythm
Still, their music grows the sweeter
The longer we listen
And linger
With pounding hearts

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – December 26, 2014


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In Love

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–

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – October 07, 2014


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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
To the ant drown out the rain

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