Rounding The Bend


If only I could find the train
back to you.

The crossroads are nothing
more than a Trader Joe’s now.

And I can’t even get you on an
imaginary phone.

All day long I try and call.

You were always the sky
that drowned me the most.

My heart stiffing faster
than clothes on a line,
then turning into a hard
remorseful verse of poetry
to be recited under a full
moon by the river’s dark mouth.

Fire feed the soul.
Breathe in ash.
The spirit swims away.
The body dredging dirt.

And in the distance a train
rounds another bend.

-Tosha Michelle

51 thoughts on “Rounding The Bend

  1. Isn’t that the truth about a stiff heart, just like clothes dried on the line, I always thought they could stand by themselves. “You were always the sky”, is to cry for. This poem is truly lovely and deeply heartfelt. Tosha, wishing you a wonderful evening and weekend. ~ Mia ❤

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    1. Yes. I know my heart could use a little fabric softener on occasion. The world and people can overwhelm at times. Thank you for the kind words. Make sure to be kind to yourself as well. Wishing you a peaceful and serene weekend.

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  2. Reblogged this on sherriemiranda1 and commented:
    It’s been a while since I shared some of Tosha Michelle! Enjoy the art, Her poem & the beautiful song! 😉 ❤
    Sherrie Miranda's historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
    Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too. You can watch it on her Home page: Or go to YouTube & type in the title of her novel! 😉 ❤


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