Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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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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The Madman’s Sonnet

Her inscription is so delicately pure,
That I shall never dare once to read her.
Though my eyes with aggravation grind,
To peak beneath her modest bind,
My ego as stern and as black as the stallion,
Restrains all compassion untamed for companion.
She pleads to be touched; she longs to be opened,
Still my attention remains unawokened.

The shelf she shall stay forever more,
Her fore-edge un-sore, her pages un-tore,
‘Til the day she falls mute on the floor,
Then might her story I lust to explore.

But to do so would only implore,
That I would be bound to burn the whore.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – March 12, 2014


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Think On Our Love

Think on our love not as wild
For I have no wish to out run
The reach of your fingertips

Think on our love not as right
For there is no one way I could hold you
Naked beneath a starless sky

Think on our love not as young
For I feel faint of breath
Having loved you my entire life

Think on our love not as long
For there is no time I wouldn’t give
To see you dream peacefully atop my grave

Think on our love not as love
But a knot between two souls
Which tightens upon the sight of your face

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


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New Moon

A night sorely spent
Weighed down by blistered knees
Bearing the blunt of every last cigarette

Burnt is the dawn
From which time knows no return
As the moon lays her head
On the end of the dangling sun

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – January 24, 2014