Only Words.
by Tosha Michelle
What does it mean to be a poet?
I spend so much time with paper and pen.
Rehashing what was.
Regurgitating what could have been
Lost in my mind’s madness.
Moving like the speed of light.
Trying to catch some long gone comet in the sky.
My words hit or miss.
What am I trying to convey?
I’m stuck in creative recession.
Maybe, I’m just a fool.
Drowning in syntax and emotions.
Everything I Never Told You 
A fool you are not, my talented friend. I love the haunting picture and your verse. xo
Hugs,
Ellie
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Thank you. Perhaps, not a fool…just foolish from time to time. I’m a melancholy being. However, oddly enough, happy enough. 🙂
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Your words and images enlighten my world. Sometimes, their effect and impact is immediate. Sometimes, they strike later, as puzzle pieces that fit perfectly into an answer.
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Thank you. Your friendship enriches my soul. I’m truly blessed to know you.
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Whatever your tone, your words convey such depths of emotion and thoughtfulness. I always look forward to where your creativity takes you next, while appreciating where you’ve come from.
Thanks for sharing of yourself, my friend. Love.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my musings. Your support and steadfast friendship mean the world.
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I didn’t realize that you were online at the same time, or I would have hung around to respond. It’s a joy to be your friend.
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It was a sleepless night. No question. We could of had one of our Twitter songfest had I known
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