Remember when we thought we ruled the day?
The sun looked upon us with untold knowledge.
That was the year, we discovered Tennyson.
We thought to ourselves it will never be too late
to find a better world.
Little did we know then,
We were at the center of a wasteland.
Then, we were still unmapped by scars.
We had no use for a lingering ache in our souls.
We were too busy staring at whitewashed walls.
Words threaded into lilting tunes in a pristine language.
That was before the earth answered us in a sigh;
a moan. Before the fire in our bellies became compressed.
These days we drink tea in a fog.
We serve our time among monotony.
The walls have become a silhouette of shadows.
We sing a halting refrain.
Struggling in a garden where nothing stirs.
The leaves have lost their luster, or there are no leaves left.
We pray for love, for mercy, to see the lone bird lifted.
Watching as daylight weaves evening.
The tree steeped in twilight.
We try desperately to unravel
the thread.
-Tosha Michelle
Beautiful really
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Thank you for the comment and video xx
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😉
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Lovely write with really powerful images Tosha. I loved most of it but particularly the raw though muted despair in “We serve our time among monotony”. Probably one of the worst fears of anyone who has a poetic and exalted inclination
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Thank you. It’s one of my greatest fears for certain. Thankfully, the feelings expressed in this poem never linger long. I believe our best days can be ahead . Especially, as we start to see the world as it is, minus the blinders that we sometimes wore in our early days.
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Very true, there is a widespread awakening and awareness thankfully
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Indeed! Love to you x
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And to you loads of love and hope xoxo
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Love
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Love this comment. It is so real.
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xx
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A beautiful poem of a maturing soul. Love. xo
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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Have to say, a stunning piece.
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Thank you!
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🙏❤️
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You had me at Tennyson, of course. 😉 ❤
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Naturally 🙂 xx
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Xx
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Hi Tosha, Happy New Year, I really loved this piece, and unfortunately how true it is too; how we do seem to move apart after the first robust flickering of love. i loved the video as well, I have never heard of these guise, but I really liked them, and the other song that came in the comments, but preferred yours. Thanks for following my blog, reading and liking my poems, best wishes and blessings, Charles. 🙂
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Charles, my pleasure. Thank you for reading and commenting. Wishing you only the best in 2016.
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Pleasure, enjoy the rest of the weekend, Charles, 🙂
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You too
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Lovely words on what a relationship can become. Lovely imagery!
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Thank you.
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So melodious, yet melancholy, Tosha. Power comes from these feelings of quiet desperation. I loved it!
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Thanks, Rob. Hope your 2016 is off to a great start.
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Your posts always make me think and you put a lot of thought into them.
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Thank you, Tony. Hope all is well with you and your family
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Here in Provence, Sunday, 6:00 am, do you want some coffee? One sugar or two? A bit of milk ?
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It’s 12:17 am I’ll just take some milk.;) I hope you have a lovely day.
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you painted such a vivid picture 🙂 Beautiful…
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Thank you. Hope you have a wonderful day xx
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Just beautiful.
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Thank you xx
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When the world was young, I remember and think about it often. I see and hear the Dog and Butterfly… Beautifully captured and expressed, Tosha. 🙂
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Thank you. Nostalgia is a beautiful thing. There’s a lot to be said for living in the moment as well.
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Tosha this was deep. A pleasure to read. Monotony is the worst for writers, lovers, and life.
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Thank you. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you.
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Pleasure is mine
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