Sleep unraveling from her soul,
she takes his hand.
They walk through a garden
at midnight.
Her bare feet sinking into the
lushness of the grass.
The moon plays hide and seek
between the weeping willows.
In the morning, she won’t remember
her dream, but she will remember
a feeling and the residue of moon dust.
In a poem she’ll reflect on
how the stars drew near to her.
In words, those stars become
her constellations.
They are like a million hearts
yearning…. burning.
Her poem reaching back to
the sky. Beckoning-
-Tosha Michelle
Love your words, and this song makes me so happy! Words becoming our constellations…yes. What a comforting thought. ❤
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Thank you, soul sister. Happy Saturday. I also hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day.
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Thank-you very much. I hope so too, we’ll see. Are you celebrating?
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Yes, but going out today. On Monday, going up to see my mom. Tomorrow just hanging around the house
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I’m hoping to do some good stuff, at least get into town. Maybe some music. We’ll see. Hanging around the house is my normal Sunday…so I need a change of pace. Have fun !! 🙂
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Enjoy. I hope you have a great one.
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This is actually a bit eerie, for how it lines up with a dream–full of like images–that I just had!
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Really? That’s is eerily cool!
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The image combined with the words made me gasp … in my dream, for the first time ever (I think), I actually pulled out my phone to snap pictures, because I so wanted to remember it all.
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That’s really incredible.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you xx
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Beautiful write. You never disappoint. Be well. Happy weekend.
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Thanks. Appreciate you.
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Beautiful, a dream to remember.
A new favorite of mine.
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Thanks. Lots of love
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Residue of moon dust – that’s obviously my favorite part!
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Aww Thanks x
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As always, you’re welcome! (bows to you)
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Bows back!
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Sees your bow & raises you s curtesy! 😉
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Oh. Now you’re just showing off, princess 😂
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I have secret skills!
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OK. You’re a ninja princess. Duly noted. 😉
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If I were a ninja princess, you’d never know! 😜
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Whatever! That’s my grown up comeback ha-ha
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I’d expect nothing less!
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You’re a shining star. Love xo
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Thanks L to the C to the N to the M. Love ya
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My pleasure, T to the M to the C A M. xo
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Well played
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😉
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Lovely!
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Thank you xx
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thank you dear one
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You’re welcome as always
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A some poem Tosha, each line so well written and and really creates a scene in my mind. It is so beautiful, Be safe and will have a blessed Mother’s Day my friend. Xoxo
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Thank you so much. You too!
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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I just wanted to bestow you this Award https://labrujulablogblog.wordpress.com/2016/05/08/infinity-dreams-award/ because of your dedication and continuous endeavour in providing and giving poems to your audience.It is a pleasure to see someone who really loves what she does,and this is your case.Congratulations and keep with your tireless attitude! 🙂
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Thank you. How lovely. Most appreciated
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Beautiful poem Tosha, the following is wonderful,
“They are like a million hearts
yearning…. burning.”
Have a marvelous day, Happy Mother’s Day! ~ Mia xo
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Thank you. Happy Mother’s Day to you xx
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You’re welcome and thank you. xo
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You’re welcome xo
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A beautiful piece. It painted a lovely picture in my mind.
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Thank you.
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My favorite poem and lines:
In the morning, she won’t remember
her dream, but she will remember
a feeling and the residue of moon dust.
Surrealistic and the memory of poetry wrapping itself around our bodies and our hearts. Perfect written poem Tosha. I missed you a lot. I’m back. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Very beautiful, Tosha! 🙂
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Thank you so much
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Best poem u ever wrote the words match the picture perfectly
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Thank you xo
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Many thanks to you, Tosha. The poem and the picture, how beautyful!
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So kind. Thank you
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