Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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The Secret

A hatred that will last a lifetime.
Still, you meant something to my hell.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – December 21, 2017

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Anticipation

The universe spoke today
It was crisp and sound
I lost it almost in the thunder

There was no death
Nor any sight of a thousand herons passing by
Only the fleeting of anticipation

And for the first time, I listened
As the ant drowned out the rain

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – September 29, 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


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In My Last Hour

Spare me the leisure
For I am far from fond of comfort

Take down the rows of China
Bring the lilacs from the garden

Put the curtains out to dry
Let the fire simmer freely

Open all the windows
Hang the birdcage from the ceiling

Pour the garlic from the chalice
Stamp my letters with the date

And please be sure to listen
To not a word of what I say

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 22, 2014


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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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The moon

The moon lies lopsided tonight
Her crescent: the shards of neglected dreams

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

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 night
Never to return

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