I’m sitting on a park bench
composing a poem to my
inner nobody.
Traveling via my mind
down a pathless path
to the past.
Knowing it’s never too late
for regret, not in poetry
or a bottle of gin.
The pines around me seem
to thicken with nostalgia.
The leaves rustle their complaints.
I find words in the half
conscious, morose stirrings
of all my yesteryears.
The distorted shadows
of faded summer afternoons.
The air thin there with
near perfect density.
Soon the light will leave me,
fading with dust and ash.
I’ll scale the music now,
while I still remember how
that old song went.
Then I’ll take my paper and pen
and walk off into the bruised wind,
knowing by tomorrow, the world
and the poet will brighten again.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
That’s really cool, Tosha.
You have such a easy flow.
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Thanks, Dale. Happy almost weekend.
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Where there is creativity, there can always be a happy ending.
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I like that sentiment xx
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I was about to write something similar to what Marissa wrote and I actually loved the ending of your poem precisely because of that. When you have an imaginative mind, nothing can deter you from having the ending you wish to your story. A beautiful write Tosha!
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Thank you my lovely friend xx
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Welcome lovely Tosha 🙂
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“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes with the morning.” – Psalm 30:5
Love you.
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You too. Thanks for the friendship. This has been a rough day. Love you.
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My pleasure, Tosh. Pure friendship, always. xy
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You know it xx
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Did anyone tell you how amazing is your ability to pen down feelings and imagination? Crazy awesome!
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Thank you. I’m honored you you think so. Truly
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A great poem, followed by a great song.
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Thanks, Rob
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And that…is why we write about it. Lovely, Lovely Poetess. All my best.
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Thanks, Eric xx
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what a load of crap!!
Oops, sorry that was meant for someone else!
As always, a thoughtful read, my tiny, demented dancer of the ever moment.
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Thanks, my Tony Danza of no moment.
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How unkind, ya flatulent bean prodder! Away with you!
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Rude. I’ll get you my not so pretty and your pudding too. xx
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Nobody puts my pudding in a corner! Seize her Toto!
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Calm down. I just carried a watermelon. I already ate the pudding.
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The song is a perfect backdrop to reading your poem. Sorry you’ve had a rough day. I hope tomorrow is better for you. 🙂
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Thank you, Wendy xx
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Perfect song, lovely creative poem. Sending warm wishes to you.
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Thank you kindly xx
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Hugs my friend. Loved the writing, sad about the feelings. Hoping these sentiments were pure fiction.
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a mixture of reality and fiction. I’m always happier than my poetry might suggest. Today has been a bit rocky though. xx
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Hope the rest of your day is better. I connect so much with your words, I never want to see you unhappy.
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Thanks, Andrew. What a lovely thing to say. The feeling is mutual. xo
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Thanks. Hugs
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Hugs back xx
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What’s a watermelon got to do with it, ya blinky-eyed willop! Xx
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Because it’s reminds me of the shape of your head
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That must be on fiiiiine looking watermelon!
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It’s stunning until you take it out of the grocery bag. 😉
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Then it because heavenly! 😝
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My head hurts too much to even try to be clever. therefore.. for now ..I will give you your heavenly watermelon.. Hark the herald angels sings
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Go for a nap. Yer not well. I will let you win this one! Haha how condescending of me!
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Thank you, My hero ( eye roll)
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I KNOW!
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EAD
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Eh?!
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Eat …a …dick………Tracy
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Oh, how base! How would dear Richard feel?! Piffle
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I don’t know why don’t you ask him while your suc…..
Nevermind
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I much prefer my edible dangly bits at chest height.
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I’m sure I could think of a fitting comeback for that but luckily for you ..I have boxes to pack.
OK, I have no comeback for that. I will think of something as I slave away though… something biting and snide and cutting ..and so on and such and such… Until then have fun with your edible, ..don’t choke ..or do ….
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I will! Chomp chomp ahhhh!
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Wanker 😉
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Yep! 😉
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Oh dear Lord. meanwhile, Taylor and I are on a quest for a nightstand. She’s picky like her mother. We’ve already been to three stores. Ugh,
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Nice…
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Thank you x
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Terrific title, certainly says a lot. Wonderful write, really great poem, love the following stanza,
“Knowing it’s never too late
for regret, not in poetry
or a bottle of gin.”
Cheers! ~ Mia
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Thank you, beautiful xx
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Lovely one, you’re so welcome! ❤
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Hope you have a peaceful night xx
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Thank you, I wish you the same. xo
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Lovely, with great flow.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on A Dose of Inspiration and commented:
So beautiful! ❤ Wonderful imagery. Every word speaks so much and is so profound. Perfect!
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Thank you! xx
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‘The leaves rustle their complaints.’
The imagery…….. 👌 just emotions, no words. Love it
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on sherriemiranda1 and commented:
Another amazing post from Tosha Michelle! Thanks, Tosha! 😉😜☺️😳
If you were a teen in the seventies or are a fan of seventies music, be sure to watch the video after Tosha’s poem.
Peace, love & great memories to all,
Sherrie
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Thank you. You’re lovely. Have a great weekend.
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Hey! I nominated you for the Infinity Dreams Award! Check out my page on Monday for the rules! 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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Great poem. Buuuuuttttt, I don’t think you have an inner nobody. Nope. You have an inner somebody that’s unique to only you. 🙂 It’s true, you know. 🙂
Fabulous photo too. Did you take it?
Have a great weekend Tosha. Eat some peach ice cream. Lol.
🙂
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Thank you. Love your outlook. You’re always so positive. I can’t take credit for the photo. I found via Google. Lots of love xx
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Ohhhh, you’re welcome. Thanks Tosha.
🙂
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PS I wish I could share some peach ice cream with you. It’s delicious
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Ummmmmm, too bad technology hasn’t invented a way to virtually transport matter eh. Hahaha.
🙂
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I know, right?
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🙂 lol
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Stunning!!:))
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Thank you xx
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Lightness or dark, I hope you never stop sharing. I’ll always be ready to read. Love. xo
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Thank you. Appreciate your friendship.
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Powerful > The ‘pines’ really got to me. Great talent!
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Thanks, Mia xx
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Andy, thank you. Sorry about calling you the wrong name. I’ve just now waking up.
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Ha ha ha No worries I never did see myself as a Mia kinda guy. Get some coffee in ya! Have a good weekend mate LOL
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Ha-ha. That sounds like an excellent idea. Wishing you a lovely weekend too. Cheers
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Tell her to follow her heart. Always works for me!
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You have a heart?
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Yep! I keep it in the freezer.
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Next to the onion gravy no doubt. Goodnight, to you my favorite sparring partner. Until we snark again. Tatty ratty chatty batty boo xx
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Yeuk! Onion gravy should be eaten fresh!
Goodnight, you twisted, lovely lunatic.
Tatty bnooooo’ xx
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Very nice. Both deep and subtle. It’s one of those poems I find myself commenting, “Man, I wish I wrote that.” I am now following your blog, and I hope you’ll stop and check out mine at http://theaccidentalpoet.net.
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Thank you. Of course. I look forward to reading you
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“The pines around me seem
to thicken with nostalgia.”
Yes, this.
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Thank you!
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It won’t lwt me copy and paste on my phone but the stanza that’s begins with distorted shadows is sublime. I normally look out more for endings and beginnings but you’re Worth breaking the rules for.
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It’s usually all about the beginnings and endings with most things in life. I guess I’ve been stuck in the middle for way too long distorting shadows and trying to dance with air. Note not the air in my head either. Ha. Thanks for reading
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And if I didn’t hear the song (for the first time here) would so have Sent it to you first ha.
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