Hey y’all. Just a note before my latest poem. I’m going to try to get on a schedule with my blog. I will be posting on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Thanks for reading.
Moon, what exactly are you there for? You confound me. I want to howl at you, curse you, defile you. But you’re some kind of ancient voodoo. I can’t seem to get over you. How you love to spoon feed me hope. I want the night back, you questionable ball of light.
I always end up swooning like a girl who’s crushing on a guy in a band. The band’s amazing. The guy’s a jerk. My heart’s eclipse begins with you. I try to catch you, but you thrive on being elusive. I can’t extract a single angle of your countenance.
You’re the world’s worst suitor. You disappear on a whim- so indecisive. Here I sit. Hoping for a whisper, a sigh, any kind of insight. Just trying to solve your scrambled math.
I’ll never have you, but I can write about you. I’m going to write fast and long into your face, drenching you with heat. Something you could never fathom. You, with no promise of sensuality, just what we poets give you. How we like to romanticize you. Ironic, since the sparks belong to forgotten stars. They glimmer with desire.
Don’t even get me started on the sun. Now there’s a real hero. Direct. No BS.
I should write about its illustrious wonder. Sadly, it holds its own appeal (even though it’s so much better than you). I’ve always found the sun’s blinding light to be the enemy of my creativity.
No, silly woman that I am, I’m haunted by quartered light, half coming some nights, half leaving the next. You expect the darkness to clean up the carnage while you turn away, and decide what shape to take. Yet, here I am, on my knees, dreams in hand, hoping for the sly wink of your fucking wane.
-Tosha Michelle
So powerful and descriptive š such a lovely piece XO
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Thank you. xx
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Love it!!!!! I just ordered your book “Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle…….” I can’t wait to get it. š
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Thank you. Please note, my poetry has evolved a lot since that book. However, I do hope you enjoy it. I really, really appreciate you buying it.
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I am sure I will LOVE it!
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I hope so xo
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Amazon was speedy, I got your book I ordered today! š
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That was quick. I hope you enjoy. Just remember, that book waa my early attempt at poetry. I really appreciate you purchasing the book. I wish I had known, I would have sent you one for free.
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I am going to start on it tonight, and I am sure I am going to love it!!!!!!
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Thanks. Appreciate you. x
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LOVE< LOVE< LOVE the book!!!!!!!!!
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Yay! I’m so glad!
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I love your beautiful musings dear Tosha ….love , megxxx
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Thank you. I love yours, as well xx
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Loved this!
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Thank you. x
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The moon is a charlatan, isn’t it? The glow not even its own. The comparison to the musician in the rock band was excellent. Just like empty calories.
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Right! Screw the moon
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lol! I do have a soft spot for werewolf movies, so I’ll have to make an exception.
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Ha-ha š
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Brilliant! Love it.. š
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Thank you š
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Your words perfectly set the tone for this one, Tosha. As for your schedule, no matter when you post, I always look forward to reading. Lots of love. xo
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Thanks, friend. Love ya
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The sly wink of your fucking wane…love it!
My daughter always loved the moon. She is my moonchild.
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It’s so appealing! x
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Lovely write again Tosha. You’re right, why don’t we just compose odes to the sun. I guess it does not quite give that same feeling š
I love your half-rant half-poetic posts and the ever present wit to bundle it all in one seductive package š
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Thank you. I try and keep it interesting. š Sunshine and rainbows have their allure, but they must be tempered with moonshine and the occasional hurricane.
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Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays will become more special for me. Thank’s for your inspiration. ā¤
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You’re very kind. Hope you’re having a good day.
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Brava!!! So excellent. We do romanticize a stupid ball of rock floating around our little traveling home, don’t we? And then I thought about the fact that the moon doesn’t give any of her own light anyway….AND YOU WROTE ABOUT THAT TOO!! Ha. This is amazing and you are brilliant. Love this a lot. All my best, Tosha.
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Thank you, Mr. Poet Man. Love ya, and f*** the moon. š x
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Ha! Indeed. Fuck the moon. š xx
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Indeed! Fuck that stupid space rock. š xx
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The bastard! š
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Looking forward to reading your words then. š
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Thank you. š
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lovely imagery!
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Thank you!
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Ah, yes, the moon…we swoon, howl, hide, curse and look for it at different times of our lives, still, it has this appeal that we an’t quite put our finger on… I love the allusion to the old nursery rhyme in the opening stanza and thoroughly enjoyed this so very much!!! Brilliant!
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Thank you. I appreciate you reading and the thoughtful comment.
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You are welcome, Tosha…i really enjoy your poetry š
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Thank you. Likewise
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A gravitational nuisance. A Napoleon Complex suspended in space. We move, you follow. A pest, Swallowing our Sandcastles whole. Fuck off, dry and impotent planet. There’s a reason you’re blue. Fuck you.
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You tell that mean ol moon, Mr. Cornbread Man
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Amazing how poets and writers alike have taken our celestial neighbor in their works. This was a good read. You always keep your writing fresh. Well done.
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Thank you. Lovers, poets, and sleep certainly get its appeal
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LOL
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Why yes of course, the moon is over here when you’re over there, and visa versa! ā¤
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sigh
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The madness isn’t the moon’s, but your blog readers who will have to wait between excellent blog posts, Miss. š But I certainly understand (I’ve backed off a bit myself).
Another wonderful long-line poem about one of my favorite subjects: la Bella Luna. š This is wunderbar, Tosha. (Love that photo, too!)
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Thank you. All things in moderation, especially the moon and blogging. š
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I look forward to tomorrow. š
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Ha! š xx
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This is wonderful, you certainly gave the moon a face to slap him in.
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Thank you. x
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Lovely blog! Just followed. You’ll see me around š Muac ā„
https://awardrobeinprogress.wordpress.com/
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Thanks. I just followed you. I like your style.
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Of all the poems I have read about the moon this one puts all the others to shame and renders them irrelevant. This is amazing and I love you
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Todd, thanks. I love you too.
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I actually don’t read much poetry but I certainly liked this one! Very “in your face” and rightly so!
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Thank you. I appreciate you taking time to read. I hope you find other things you like here. Lovely to connect.
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I do think I’ll spend some more time on this blog indeed!
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Yay! I really like your blog!
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In the wrong language for you for now I’m afraid… But book two (www.apocalypseparade.com) will come out in English this year also…
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Glad to hear. For now, we have Google translator.
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“Ironic, since the sparks belong to forgotten stars. They glimmer with desire.” This art is all so clever and feisty! I smiled all the way through it feeling one insight after another.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, Michael
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“Iām going to write fast and long into your face, drenching you with heat…”
There’s something about your words that keeps us coming back again & again & reading more & more…
I do not doubt, the moon is reading it too!
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I’m glad my words compel instead of repel. As for the moon, only it can say for certain. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment
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Moon has been keeping you poetic since you were young maybe? Crushing on someone who keeps making you do something for them is great na?
Ps. I have mentioned before, your writing beautiful.
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Thanks. The moon has always held my attention. Yes. š x
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Well well, I can’t get enough of “The Madness of the Moon” Am sure the moon heard you, it only wishes it could type…
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I wish it could too. I’d love to read its reply. š xx
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Well well, I can’t get enough of “The Madness of the Moon” am quite sure the moon heard you, but it’s still having troubles with typing..
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I’ve always loved the moon too, but you manage to show the two faces, or many faces, of it. Amazing stuff! and the image too. I love your poetry.. Keep it up.
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Thank you!
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Tosha Hi, I wish you a good end of the morning and a happy lunch time. See you…
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Thanks, friend. Hope you are well! xx
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