Remember when our nights mingled?
We paid our hours
in caresses and sighs.
The ache and the savor.
Our bodies a map of hunger?
We were red and blue
in equal measure.
Then we put desire away.
Photograph ourselves into today.
The clasped heart in a closed bird cage.
Clothed in yesterday’s what might have been.
Colorless. Now when people look at us
I wonder if they know
we are inside who we used to be.
-Tosha Michelle
wow…what a great piece of poetry…so many great lines from ‘paid our hours in caresses and sighs’ through the clasp heart in a closed bird cage’, to ‘we are inside who we used to be’…truly, brilliant lines…we do appear to be trapped inside what once was…great song choice, too… I am in awe, my friend!
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Thank you so much. You always have the kind of things to say. I do appreciate it.
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You are welcome, Tosha and I meant every word 🙂
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Thank you. You know I love your poetry, too.
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You are welcome, my friend, and you know I appreciate your support of my work 🙂
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It’s my pleasure
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🙂
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You’ve got a way of writing, Poetess. And it’s awesome.
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Thanks, Poet Man
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You are a true poet. Love. xo
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Thank you. Love back
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This by far my favourite piece you’ve written!!
Well done that gal!!
Adele was alright too. 😉
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Thank you, sir!!
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the pleasure was most definitely mine. Fank you!
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😉 xx
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So poignant. Pretty.
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Thank you
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I am always inspired by women, by poetess’s, that write from the heart. I understand where this one comes from and can relate.
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Thank you!
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Wow. Amazing.
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Thank you.
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Gives me shivers.
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😉 xx
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Always a feast. I see: “Now when people look at us
I wonder if they know
we are inside who we used to be” not as poignant or trapped, but as conspiring. Despite the outside looks, we still are who we used to be. I’d love it even if you intended it differently than I read it.
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Thank you!
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Very nice, Tosh. xy
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Thank you 🙂
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Awesome stuff 🙂 Especially “Clothed in yesterday’s what might have been”
Also, When we were young is great. Whenever I listen to it, I go straight after to when you were young by The Killers too.
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Thank you. Love both songs! Adele gets me eveytime. Happy Sunday xx
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You get cooler each time we interact 🙂
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Do you get drunker? Kidding
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On weekends yes ha. I put a lot of stock in music taste 🙂
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I’m the same way!
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Do you listen to music while you write?
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I don’t actually. I have to have a really quiet environment. How about you?
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I used to need quiet but the right music can help. Sometimes i’ll listen to the same song on loop actually.
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I wish I could be like that. I will tell you music does inspire me greatly.
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You do seem very creative so no surprise. I need to write more poetry myself. Haven’t posted one on my blog for ages.
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I hope you do. I like your poetry.
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Aw, thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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You’ve captured a beautiful sense of claustrophobia here. The lines, “I wonder if they know
we are inside who we used to be.” will stay with readers like a sunburn on the soul.
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Thank you. Nice to connect with you
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Nice to connect with you, too. I look forward to reading more of your writing.
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Likewise
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome:)
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Magnificent writing Tosha.
Love the imagery and strong emotions that come from you. 🙂
Here listen to this:
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Thanks. I will listen when I get home and comment.
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Excellent. You welcome. 🙂
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Anything that has red and blue in it would get my approval but it’s hundred times more when it is your words. This poem is one of my favourites, a walk in memory and a poignant realisation of what is left. It is very nostalgic and at the same time quietly strong. Beautiful poem Tosha. xoxo
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Thank you so much!
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Welcome 🙂
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