The year’s death is approaching
and my soul is in migration.
The breath of frost lingers
longer with each passing winter.
I sit looking out at the night,
coming down like calendar
pages falling to the floor.
The moon looks like a clock.
The wind whispers “tick tock”
The ghosts of 2015 stumble around in my backyard.
Unfulfilled dreams appear like
oracles at my front door.
I measure my loses.
I count my gains.
I write my life in blue.
Praying for the luminous dawn
of fresh beginning.
Hope diamonds the sky.
I long to dance with starlight
in a tango I’ve never danced
Hipswaying my way across
the galaxy.
Peeling off the last twelve months
like sheets.
The flakes of auld lang syne.
no longer glazing my bowl.
The skeletons of the past
under my feet.
Knowing biography is not fate.
There’s still time for revisions.
My heart quicken by the sun.
My soul renewed.
Bathe in the bright light
of a new year
-Tosha Michelle
“Unfulfilled dreams appear like
oracles at my front door.”
How poignant! Part of the melancholy the envelopes me on New Years Eve is that the dreams and goals that I had set were rarely or partially realized and I had let another year slip away. You’ve captured that so exquisitely, Tosha.
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Thank you. Here’s hoping that dreams find their wings in 2016. Onward!
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Tick Tock! I often say those words to remind me how time is passing by. I think both of our poems today are about starting fresh again! Here’s to all your dreams in 2016! Great piece! ā¤ļø
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Thank you. Amen, my friend x
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Nice One Again Tosha ji.
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Thank you. xx
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Ur Welcome ji.
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Love it, every wordš
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Thank you. xx
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Here’s to a new year…
new dreams…
new hopes…
and new love awaits.
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š xx
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Beautifully said!
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Thank you x
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perfect…as always. x
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Thank you. xo
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Reblogged this on Nient'Affatto.
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thank you x
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Wishing you the best of luck with all of your editing, Tosha. Sometimes you can write a new edition when something has gone to print.
All my best, Poetess. ā”
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thank you my friend. x
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Xx
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Wishing you a year of love and good things in 2016, Tosha. Love.
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Likewise. š
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So inspiring, Tosh. Time for a closet cleaning of my own. Confused, yet entertained, by the lunar lunacy. Love you.
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Thanks. You too x
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Thank you kindly x
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Nicely done. New year is the perfect time to start anew. Have a happy and healthy 2016.
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Likewise, my friend
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So good!
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Thank you x
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Surely I’ve not been away as long as it feels, but the rustling of your river seems to be settling. It feels like you have two hands full and trying to decide which to empty and which to cling to. My wish is for wisdom to whisper her words clearly for you.
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Thank you. This is my wish too. Happy 2016! x
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