Unseen memories.
Thoughts of yesterday,
Circle an empty room.
They don’t make a sound.
Scars commiserate with
what was in a silent benediction.
Nothing stirs, except my soul.
The past is everywhere.
The past is nowhere.
Years have gone by, and
still I can’t stop collecting
dust of spent regrets.
The particles a reflection
of what is left of the light.
-Tosha Michelle
Listen to Fields – Of – Gold -Vocals and Guitar by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud
Everything I Never Told You 
“The past is everywhere… The past is nowhere”. Profound and true. Lots of love. xo
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And to you xx
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Very beautiful! I love this.
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Thank you x
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Nice One.
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Thank you.
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Welcome Tosha Ji.
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Love you, Poetess. This is so full of emotions for me. And that is by far my all time favorite Sting Song.
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Love back, Poet Man. It’s my favorite too. 🙂 xoxo
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♡♡♡
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This is amazing, Tosha!
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Thank you, Sarah
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Of course!
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👏👏👏
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xo
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Lovely poem to describe the loneliness felt in the darkness of the void where everything is nothing. ❤️ love, hugs and kisses!
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Thank you. Love, hugs and kisses back.
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Lemme just say I was seduced by the image of the clockwork moon being serenaded by a wolf. I would use that image for a different poem if you allow me. Maybe, I will tie it in with yours =)
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Feel free. It’s not mine. 🙂
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Your voice is nectar.:)
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Thank you! xx
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Exquisitely dark and beautiful. One of my new favorites of yours.
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Thank you, Anthony. xo
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Such a beautiful write Tosha. What is left of the light is always the light itself 🙂
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Wise one, thank you. xo
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Welcome wise one 🙂 xoxo
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😉 xo
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The past is just a part of who we are in the now. If we were able to completely leave it behind, how would we define the present or move toward the future. Time must have its three parts.
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Thank you for your wisdom
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Thank you for writing the kind of words that make me think.:0)
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😉 Happy Easter xo
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Thank you and you as well, Tosha.:0)
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I would have never thought regret, could make such a beautiful story. ♡
It’s sad when loneliness only numbs, what time can’t heal.
George Jones;
He stopped loving her today.
I loved the song too. Picking on the strings.
George would be proud. 😉
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Thanks to you and George. May he rest in peace. Happy Easter.
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Simply wonderful!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Ah, to let go…
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Cue song from Frozen. 😉
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Oh goodness, just when I had all but forgotten that song existed. AARRGGHH! Now it’s playing in my head!!!!!!
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Evil laugh.. Let it go…let it go….
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Deep! Love it, Tosha!
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Thank you.
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Very good, I like your song
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Thank you!
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Hello neighbor, since “scars commiserate” welcome to Foreverville, it’s a place where nothing ever changes and dust protects everything! You’ll love it here! Cocktail hour starts at 11:00 am and there’s never a last call. 😉 In all seriousness this is an excellent write, totally able to connect with every word! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, may it be filled with creativity, inspiration and laughter. ~ Mia 🙂
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Cheers lovely! Hoping the same for you.
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Thank you. 😉
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You’re welcome xo
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Beautiful, not only the poem but your voice, and you do sound kind of Winny Heuston ( I know I spelled that wrong), really nice Tosha
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Aww. Thank you. Remind me please of the song you wanted me to sing. I think it was by Arctic Monkeys
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You can make that sound good in your style, the lyrics are good
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Thank you. I’ll do my best zx
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Do you actually like that kind of music? Just asking
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I do. I have pretty eclectic taste in music.
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I understand this “vicious cycle” all too well, but never so eloquently as you have stated it here. Beautiful poem & vocals, Tosha (as always). Happy Easter to you and yours! 🙂
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Thank you! Happy Easter.
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Liked the style. Great going… 🙂
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on unstilledheart.
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Thank you. xo
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You’re welcome Tosha:)
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😉
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I love this song…you sing it beautifully….the entire post is a treat!
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Thanks so much. I appreciate you listening and commenting.
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You have a beautiful voice…
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Thank you.
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I love this poem. Beautiful, sad, and an all too common part of the human experience. And your song…just remarkable; both your vocals and guitar work.
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Thank you!
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No problem 🙂
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Beautiful poetry and amazing voice!
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure!
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Hi, There were some beautiful phrases in the poem, well crafted. The song was lovely, which reminded me of a time I had when I’d re write lyrics to key songs, this or Billy Joel or use a melody as a spring board for writing. You have a sweet voice and excellent guitar sounds – and a lovely blog.
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Thanks so much. Lovely to connect
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