Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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The Descent

I find my balance
Atop the mountain
Where fireweed stops growing
And skullcaps run amuck

I follow the path forgotten
Edged from fallen rocks
Laced with Juniper trimming
Uncharted, untamed

At the end, unsettled soil
A most miraculous sight
I raise my foot
Unknowingly, my last step

The vulture swoops down
Looming
Half in the air
Half on the ground

Up the mountain I must travel
But first I’ll perch here for the night
And rest my soul for its impending flight

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – January 19, 2015


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The Gift

Tears are a gift
A telescope so that we might see the depth of our emptiness
And the fullness inside the nothingness

Beyond our sight lies a truth
That one must seek for himself

Be not quick to shed your tears
Instead, shed yourself
And for the first time
See the greatness of the universe

Tears are a gift
A telescope so that we might see the magnitude beyond ourselves
Look and be comforted

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 20, 2014


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To the Broken

Lose yourself in the crevices of lovers’ lips
Where drunken delirium abounds 
Let the Moon in all her splendor 
Lead your miseries to drown 
She guides the tides of passion to 
The sands of conscious shores
And when the waves of pleasure pass
Broken shells you will adore

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 5, 2013