Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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The moon

The moon lies lopsided tonight
Her crescent embodies the shards of neglected dreams
Once so vivid, now lost to the dawn of man’s realization

It is ironic, perhaps, that in the wake of reality
It is she, Moon, guardian of ancient knowledge
Who humbly bows her head to the stars and reminds us to dream

Yet in all her perfection
Never has she before
Been more dependent
On the dreams of Man

For Dreams are the bonds which hold time and space together

The day man releases his sights from the stars
Moon will sink beneath the shadows of the night
Never to return again

I can not remember the last time I dreamt
But I know not a night goes by in which I do not try

As long as we dream to dream
The splendor of the universe will bring Moon to her knees

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – August 18, 2013


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Enemies

Her faultless nectar courses through
The faults and the routes of my scars.
Reminding me that what once was mine
Is now forever ours.

Her view from the top sprouts fruits of knowledge,
While my ignorant roots keep buried in carnage.
Though her fall embarks from higher plain,
Our pain be still one and the same.

Fruit and Root bound by lover’s hip,
Taste the same on liar’s lip.
Passions ignited by clashing degrees,
Extinguish the same on wounded knees.

Alas, barren ashes exhale all spark,
Yet still re-volt against the dark.
Still, she and I both bear the mark,
The bite of his burnt, black, bark.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 25, 2013