I’m walking through the
Queen City,
moving toward what?
It’s late
November, late afternoon,
The light, leafs
through its book of buildings.
Tall high rises,
The trees telling a back story.
My thoughts are
dark, tangled, melancholy-
as my thoughts
tend to be. This is not a
forlorn plot.
I’m content, enough. Biding
my time, on Trade Street.
In the distance. I hear the
bluesy notes of
a saxophone. For a moment
the sky opens
for me. My imagination shines
like an angel.
The air is so vibrant and busy
my whole body
feels weightless. I let my mind
wander down a
rainbow path. Time turns around
I am the princess of a
lightless country. Free from
the angst of
my mind. The molecules part
for me. I breathe
in serenity. The horizon clear.
I hold tight to the illustrated pages
I listen to the noise
of magnolias. I’m released from my self critical ways.
The words behind words are full of
grace… for once
devoid of longing. I brush a bouquet of daisies
from my hair. My own avant-garde
parade- lace, glitter,
sunflower seeds. I hold tightly to
the plot even
as the sun decides to deviate
from my happy
narrative, turning back into
clouds, tumbleweeds,
and hornets.
I accept the fragments from
the sky. I have
no choice. The stained alleyways
beckon me.
All I can do is keep walking
All I can do is live this life.
Write this life.
-Tosha Michelle
Beautiful. I love the imagery of brushing the bouquet of daisies from your hair.
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Thank you. π
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“all I can do is keep walking….all I can do is live this life”…..
Potent words that I try to live by….
winter is hard for me …I suspect I have a bit of Seasonal Affect Disorder….I try to remind myself that eventually spring does arrive….thanks for reminding me to put one foot forward and “keep walking”….
Have a lovely Monday!
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You’re welcome. I hope winter is kind to you this year. xo
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And I love the new subtitle at the top page of your blog!!!!!
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Thank you. I really appreciate your attention to detail. Wishing you a lovely Monday, too.
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As much as I dislike the harsh New England weather, there’s something peaceful about the solitude of winter. In many ways, the plot grows more precious with these darkened days.
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Well said, Rob. Happy Monday. xo
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Thanks for making me see it in a different light π
I forget how breathtaking it can be an early morning outside with complete silence and snow covered hills. I will think about that as I plod through winter this year!
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I wish you thoughts as sunny ax your screen name π
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“The words behind words are full of grace”. I love that line. There’s a graceful flow to the words and rythm of this poem. Love.
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Thank you π
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful poetry and imagery. xx
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Thanks for the compliment and song.
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You have captured the essences of winter snow and joy.
My favorite lines of yours:
In the distance. I hear the
bluesy notes of
a saxophone. For a moment
the sky opens
for me. My imagination shines
like an angel.
Beautifully stunning and visually promising.
π
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Thanks so much for the kind words. xo
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You are so welcome Tosha. π
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WOW!! I was spellbound from the get-go and the very visual, magical imagery pulled me in deeper and deeper yet. I love the juxtaposition between the bleak and lightness. The last line seals the deal: Write this life. Indeed!
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Thank you. π
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Anytime.:)
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This is lovely! I was caught up walking down that very street as I read these words.
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Thank you. I’m glad the imagery drew you in. π
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I did indeed! π
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π xo
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“The light, leafs
through its book of buildings.”
Saying so much with so little. Spellbinding.
I had to re-read this, wondering to myself, “who wrote this?” (As I rarely pay attention to the author due to most of the drivel on blogs)
Of course, when I seen it was you, I smiled. Of course you wrote this.
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Blushing. Thank you. I hope you’re having a lovely day. I truly appreciate the comment.
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Loved reading this π
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Thank you π
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you picked a great song to go with this. π I love it.
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Thank you. π
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Iight leafing through its book of buildings…wow…that’s a brilliant line in this piece. You are a wonderful Poetess, Tosha. Very vivid. Love this.
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Thank you. That’s such a nice compliment coming from you.
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You’re welcome. π
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