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 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 in a bed 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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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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Eternal Roots

This is one of the first poems I wrote. I’m not sure why it has taken me so long to post it.

With every last breath
Hidden secrets mount in flight
Unnoticed by your sight
Spat down by your conscious mind

With each fallen year
Truths spring forth in search of light
Reaching for the sun
Jailed by your ignorant thoughts

Eternal roots kept buried
Diverged from your view
The senseless witnesses of withering
Spring forth sentencers of youth

To grow old is not to die
But to grow up one more time

When our leaves gently fall
Amidst the dead chill of fall
Then we blend into the ground
Where we wait until we mount

Like the seeds of fallen fruit
Born within eternal root
Our flesh is merely but a lie
To seal man’s soul from man’s eye

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


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Love’s Impaling Loss

I.

Late at night I lie awake, cursing the abandoned air,
Pleading to your soul from long ago whose absence too hard to bear.
What is loneliness if it is not my only friend?
Surely, loneliness is more faithful than you.
Still, she cannot give death to me nor she your going undo.
So for now, just one night more, I’ll wait for the return of your departure,
‘Til tomorrow night, I find courage to say,
“I don’t want to lie awake a moment longer.”

II.

You said you loved me––you lied.
You kissed me to steal the pain from my eyes––you tried.
You hugged me and I felt the coldness of your heart
As you bid your goodbye and took your depart.
If only––
You said you despised me––the truth.
You stabbed me to give the pain in my eyes––tears are proof.
You smiled and I felt the warmth of your fiery core
As you stayed to watch my blood hit the floor.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 14, 2013