Dear Past,
It’s been awhile. I come waving a
flag of peace and unarmed.
My arsenal is depleted.
I have no time for hate or malice
laced air.
I imagine like me
you want to live in peace without
the threat of guns and
claws. To awaken to the sound
of serenity, not bombs going off
in the distance.
I hope hearing from me doesn’t cause you pain.
Frankly, I miss you. Your theatrical ways,
always leaning toward a Shakespearean tragedy.
No time for much ado about nothing.
Although, everything had to be as you like it.
How you were
a master at parlor games and word play.
Your eyes a depletion
of fallen leaves and green tea.
Hair as dark as a grackle.
Arch so charming, fencing with
unseen stars. Little boy blue,
and Mary. Mary, oh, so contrary.
How our garden did grow.
Shells that pelted the ground,
causing wreckage and carnage.
It wasn’t all welts and hell.
There were days when light swelled
and sliver bells grew.
But i digress, as I climb a slide of memories,
backwards with slippery hands.
My legs lose traction,
my lungs clog with dust.
I end up on the ground negotiating
with my untapped toe.
Trying to reclaim the beat with
half recounted facts
and nostalgia’s false sense of rhythm.
Holding a few cards in the hand you deftly dealt me.
Beside me lies a map, marred
by revisions.
that reads let it go. Let it go.
I stand up, and realizes there’s a
tear in my heart, that I
mistook for my sleeve. I walk through the open gate,
ignoring the stained alleyways,
cobble stone,
and street lights shaped like a question marks.
The scent of orchids lingers in
the tired air.
My soul fighting off bees and
the counter winds.
You, dear past, will always sting.
-Tosha Michelle
Oh so amazing. Wow, you really do string thoughts and emotions together like I do. This was such a wonderful creation of wishing for days of long gone.
It’s a sentiment my work reflects quite often.
Beautifully done, Tosha.
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Thank you. I do feel a kinship with your beautiful poetry.
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What an honor that statement is. Thank you, Tosha.
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You’re welcome. 😉 xx
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Xx
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Wanted to tell you. Thanks for attaching that song to this piece. I looked up Lights on spotify and I’ve been listen to that album all day. Always cool to find new music. I really like it.
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I’m glad I could introduce you . 🙂 I’m like you, I always enjoy discovering new music. My taste is ranges from the strange, to the good, to downright crappy. I just LOVE music.
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So do I! I’d leave me ear buds in all day if I could. My taste is very chaotic too. Looks like we share something else now.
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It would seem so..I could relate to everything you were saying about your teen years in your blog, too. I was a big dork. 🙂 In truth, I still am.:)
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Then there are 2 of us? We should start an army!!
Dorks rule! 😉
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That we do 😉
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This is quite something Tosha, something that I can’t quite get my finger upon. It left me spellbound!
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Thank you. Your such a gifted writer. High praise, indeed.
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Thank you Tosha, coming from you that is a huge compliment as you are a very talented writer 🙂
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You’re welcome. Thank you. I hope you’re having a good day.
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It was a good day, yes, thank you. I hope you’re enjoying yours 🙂
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I’m glad. Mine is going well xo
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🙂 xx
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Love this, and all of your work. Brilliant. xx
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Thanks my Larbear.
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This is beautifully strung with aches and memories.
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Thank you 🙂
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Slipping foward reversing elegant time in a composition of literary works great post.
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Thank you.
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Very well pictures the past in reflection. Very nice! Also high fives on the music choice – love Little Machines.
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Thanks! Me too. 😉
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Oh yes. I’m with you. The past will always sting.
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Sadly.
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this poem touched me in ways i’m struggling to articulate.
thank you for breathing life into feelings by writing them.
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Thank you for the lovely compliment.
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Don’t look now. You might turn into a pillar of salt. 😉 Love.
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amazing perspective . . .
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Thank you.
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“you dear past will always sting”…..fabulous and happy Monday!
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Thank you! Happy Monday xo
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A mega spark of creativity and such wonderful blend of emotions and stunning thoughts.
wow!!! You certainly nailed this poem right in the tooth. I love it! 🙂
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Thank you. xx
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You welcome.
P.S I’m going to post something real soon. Keep your eyes open, its going to be awesome. 🙂
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I look forward to reading 🙂
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There I posted it. 🙂 Check it out. 🙂
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OK. 😉 x
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So Nice.
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Thank you.
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Ur Welcome.
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Nicely written, bobble-head!
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Thank you, dillweed.
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My pleasure, as always, you fermented donkey’s crevice. 😘
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Oh good lord. I can’t top that. I’m taking my ball and going home. I’ll be back to top you another day, you tater tot eating, gross albino pigeon.
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Awwww, bless! Ya thought fermented gift card for a second hand undie shop! 😉
Tatty bnoooo!
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It was a fetish shop actually! See ya, creep
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That does suit you more! Ya fart swipe! Night!
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Ewww
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Meeeee?!
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Truly. How uncouth! Ha. On the road, and on the go or I would expound on your crudeness. Another time, perhaps. Just repeat this in my absence “The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain”. God’s speed, young man. God’s speed.
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Why on earth would I repeat something so incorrect?!
It’s not “on the plain”,
It’s “in the plane”!
As in it never rains in Spain, but does on the plane journey over there! That’s why it’s such a fraught journey!
How silly of you to think otherwise! Piffle head!
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I don’t even know what that is but I have a feeling I’m going to be mad when I find out. For now, I’m just going to assume Piffle means beautiful. Thanks. I know I am! Later, Crinkly toes
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Nooooo! It means silly willy! Piffle head! 😉
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Well that’s OK then and soooo true. You fellow Piffle head!
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