Leeches and vultures
and time I can’t swallow.
Eyes on the tulips
under ice.
My heart in need of air.
Interior dialogue
Some voice I can’t decipher
endless fears,
needless worry,
and a place to contemplate rest.
-Tosha Michelle
Leeches and vultures
and time I can’t swallow.
Eyes on the tulips
under ice.
My heart in need of air.
Interior dialogue
Some voice I can’t decipher
endless fears,
needless worry,
and a place to contemplate rest.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
Feeling a little like this today…
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I wish I could give you a hug. I hope serenity finds us both.
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Thanks, you, too, virtual hugs all around
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You’re welcome. Thank you! xo
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I love this poem. Can’t listen to that song. Makes me cry.
All my best, Poetess. *love and light* ❤
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Thank you. I always cry too! Lots of love.
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It’s at the clay feet and winds to fly verse that does it.
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The chorus tears me to threads. Please remember me.
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Yep. Ok…*sigh*…coffee and grits are calling. I might need to go blow my nose. 😉 ❤
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Charming. Ha-ha. Enjoy your breakfast xo
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Amazing, Interior Dialogue! How you can often read my mind, & explain most thoughts so far away from me.
Peaceful Sunday to you & all your friends.
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I wish the same for you xo
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Reblogged this on Br Andrew's Muses and commented:
A place where in to be and I cannot see, and I cannot speak to tell the melancholia, fingers writhe into my eyes weeping for lost hope. Yet I feel!
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Beautiful words Tosha, amazing link, wet eyes!
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Thank you!
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Am I going to be the only one that doesn’t get it?! Perhaps I am so hopped up on chocolate and the good life that I am immune to sorrow. God grant that I remain this way. I love that you present us with such a beautiful multimedia sensation, Tosha – is the song linked to the poem linked to the photograph?
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I truly hope you stay this way. I’m bone tired and a bit soured on people. However, love keeps me going forward. Yes, there’s a distinct tie between the photo, poem and song. It’s all open for interpretation though. I hope you’re having a lovely day.
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Thanks for the good hopes Tosha – I wish this for you and all of us too. Just remember that life is mainly ebbs and flows and that after the one comes the other.
Sending you some of my chocolate vibes from England.
-=:pow!
🙂 Robert.
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Chocolate vibes are the BEST vibes. Thanks!
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Yeah man! 😀
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😉 x
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Right back at you. 🙂
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I loved the “tulips under ice” line. That image really sets the tone, and conveys such complex emotions with just a few words.
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Matt, thank you!
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Seems like you are inside my mind.
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As my friend Chris would say “bless your socks”
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Consider my socks blessed.
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🙂 xo
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Hugs to you! I can so relate and know how much I hate that feeling. May you find reprieve soon. xoxo
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Thank you! Lots of love.
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And love to you, too! (is it unseasonably cold in SC? I’m not liking this lingering winter!)
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It’s chilly but I like the cooler temps. I’m weird!
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I’m weird in the heat direction! Enjoy your cooler weather & send the heat north, =)
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Ha-ha. Will do my best.
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The visuals here are amazing, I can see it so clearly, Tosha:
“Leeches and vultures
and time I can’t swallow.
Eyes on the tulips
under ice.”
It’s all really visual, but the opening stanza is killer. The poem, as a whole, feels very dark and despairing. I love it!!
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ha-ha! Thank you! xo
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:))
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Wow! Great sense of suffocation you have created within these lines, Tosha! Wonderful work, my friend!
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Thomas, thank you! xo
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You are welcome, Tosha 🙂 xo
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Hi Tosha, love ya, great poem as always
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Thank you. I still owe you a cover. xo
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it would be nice to have a worm blanket, cause i´m freezing
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Bless your heart.
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amazing, beautiful, and ‘zakaas’ – ( zakaas means awsome – it is a hindi word)
I really like your poem. You are carving nicely thoughts in your poem. really thanks for sharing with us such a beautiful artwork.
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Thank you. How kind!
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My pleasure!
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The tulips really are under ice where I live. Except that there aren’t any tulips right now, because it’s minus a billion degrees out. Well not really, but it’s cold.
Minor exaggerations aside, this is another great poem. You’ve described feelings we’ve all dealt with at some time or another.
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Haha Thank you. I hope warm weather finds you soon.
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I really feel this one. Love. xo
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Thank you. Lots of love
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I feel this poem a lot. Emotionally moving….
I’m here for you Tosha.
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Thank you. I really appreciate your friendship. I always try to do the right thing, sometimes I falter, but my intentions are always the best
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Your honesty should always shine and speak its truth. We all need to experience the reality of things.
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So true.
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Gorgeous and left me breathless (pun intended hehehe)
Love to you pretty woman!! ❤
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Ha-ha. Thank you. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. Lots of love
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🙂 You too Gorgeous! The world is better when you smile!! 🙂 ❤
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Hoping your week gets better by the day. Amazing write.
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Thanks. I hope the birthday festivities were wonderful.
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Such a lovely poem. Loreena’s beautiful and haunting voice is one of my favorites too!
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Thank you. She’s magical.
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“…Time I can’t swallow…” One of the most haunting lines ever. This is astonishing. 🙂 xo
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Thank you! xo
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My pleasure!
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Eyes on the tulips under thats very creative
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Thanks glad you like it
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Typo eyes on the tulips under ice very creative
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