Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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Chrysanthemum Blue

Sun-dried tomatoes
And I love the texture of your lips
Cracked
As I taste the frailty of your days

Owl in hiding
And I sing you to sleep in the field
Thorns
As I pick through your fallen hair

Black Tourmaline
And I hope these gems will heal you
Chrysanthemum Blue
As I place flowers by your grave

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 23, 2014

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For the Stream

Her final cry
Forces the stillness from the air
Inside their hearts

The nakedness of her back
Contours the water’s edge
Shielding them from their reflection

They look away
There is nothing left to see

Still, the fish swim in circles
Knowing not which direction to take

For the stream, it runs both ways

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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