The Night’s Transcriptions

Published on by Tosha Michelle

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It was brighter then, in the

summer when buses came

waltzing around the traffic

circle, when the sun traversed

the bedroom walls, when the

pen and squeaky chair, the

soft hum of the radio rallied

the day. The ones we adored

were beautiful, blond haired,

with charm that washed right

through them- like milk from

a cow. How intent they were

on their books. The breeze

came swishing against the

paper. The clock sang in

time, knowing it still had

time. We lay on a crappy

futon Barely asleep,

nearly dreaming,

almost alone, soon to be

gone- the days disappearing

The nights, the patient

apprentice of young hearts

taking notes in moonlight

Years from now, I’ll find

their transcriptions in a

black notebook

composed of nostalgia.

filled with memories

that read like

tenderness and all

the things I thought

I wanted. For a moment,

I’ll recall the beauty of

summer days and a boy

who dissolved, sweet as

rain, along strands of gold

in a dying field of first

loves.

-Tosha Michelle

Listen to Fields – Of – Gold -Vocals and Guitar by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud

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32 thoughts on “The Night’s Transcriptions”

  4. That was beautiful, Tosha. It recalls an old Bowie song from the days when he first started out. It’s called an Occasional Dream. The music is dated, but the words still wonderful.

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  9. Well now, words, song, music — all just so wonderful. The details, the imagery in the poem are so grounded. One of many of my favorites: “the patient / apprentice of young hearts / taking notes in moonlight.” Exquisite! And don’t tell me that’s you playing the guitar? Oh my gosh, how frickin’ jealous am I! (Also jealous of your voice, of course.) 🙂

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    1. No, that would be my dad. I am just now learning the guitar. My father tried to teach me as a little girl. I always complained that it hurts my fingers. I was always a dainty little thing. I’m so glad you like my poem. I really do appreciate you taking the time to comment and read.

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      1. My pleasure to comment and read, of course! I would love to play the guitar. I took lessons years ago, but gave up. I hope you can learn to play — the guitar and your voice sound awesome together. You’re so multi-talented! 🙂

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