Sometimes my life resembles
a Jackson Pollock painting,
infused with many hues
splashed onto a canvas
on the floor.
Dripping with wild emotions
in an unlocked cage.
My emotions exploding
in a color riot.
Blue is the predominant color
born out of storms
and robin nests.
Yellow fights to soak through,
wanting me to notice the sun,
to consider the light.
Red sits along the edges
winking at me
in all its vibrance.
We share pleasures remembered.
Falling in love, into silk sheets,
not one regret.
White peaks through,
the ghost of all I have lost.
A dove suggest peace.
Black reminds me
that depression is a dim light
always flickering nearby.
Whispering doubt.
Sometimes my life resembles
a Jackson Pollock painting.
Living years poured
over a canvas of petals.
Chaos becomes beauty
when dripping paint.
-Tosha Michelle
This is wonderful, Tosha!
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Eliza, thanks x
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I like the way you write.
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Thank you! Likewise
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Just wonder if you speak Italian or you use google translator.
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Google translator. I wish I spoke it. Such a beautiful language
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🙂 by the way, I just put a like on your fb page
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How kind. Thank you!
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It’s my pleasure. Keep in touch … and thanks for following my blog.
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One of my favourite closing lines
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Thank you kindly, Sir Alex xx
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To be very honest, I like your writing and singing a lot more than I like Jackson Pollack
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Ha! Fair enough. I’ll take it. Hope all is well in MN
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Sunny and hot, headed to my lake home for the weekend 🙂
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Sounds nice. I hope you have a wonderful time
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Life to a Pollack painting. What a wonderful analogy. Love it.
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Thank you xo
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You’re welcome. Xo
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I may be in the minority, I happen to think that Jackson Pollock was brilliant. Every time I hear, “anyone can do that”, I always say, “try it”, impossible! You did a great job of capturing his essence and blending them with the words of the narrator. This is really a wonderful poem. Have a great Saturday. ~ Mia
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I agree. I think he was brilliant too. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hope you have a great rest of the day
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You’re welcome and thank you.
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Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology.
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Your words are always dripping with vivid images. Love the stanza about blue. Lovely work as usual. Happy weekend. (All caught up with your notifications). Don’t want to miss a thing.
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You’re lovely. Thank you
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Love this the most, especially the last sentence:
“Sometimes my life resembles
a Jackson Pollock painting.
Living years poured
over a canvas of petals.
Chaos becomes beauty
when dripping paint”
There is beauty in chaos and brokenness, indeed.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful use of imagery and words. Very evocative.
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. Thank you!
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Beautiful piece. I’m happy you find inspiration in art and can relate it to your life. I believe, in the end, that is an extremely important function of art works. Have a great weekend.
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Thank you! You too.
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My talented friend your poetic words you write are always wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Lovely write Tosha!
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Thank you
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Welcome dear
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A vibrant yet deep piece. So beautifully written 🙂
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Thank you so much
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Wow…pure elegance… just beautiful….so poetic….so creative….evocative and wonderful…thank you for sharing 🙂
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Thank you for your kind comment
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Chaos becomes beauty
when dripping paint. – this is such an amazing….gagh!!! I can’t even think of the proper words. Good. real good. Purdy words.
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Look at you being all Southerner with your “purdy” Glad you liked that line. Thank you!
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I love how you use color in this one. Excellent. Love you lots. xo
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Thank you xo
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You’re welcome. xo
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I love the way you take concepts and colors—rolling them around on your tongue (or mind) and succinctly planting them in word visualizations! YOU HAVE THE GIFT—one of your very own making and character!! —Jonathan
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Jonathan, thank you. What a lovely and kind comment. Thank you.
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Well done, Tosha. Really like the way you broke down the colors and how they represent your life.
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Thank you
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Wow amazing poem, based on a really interesting painting, I never thought of tying Pollock to life, that is great, really enjoyed the poem, and yes it is a pity life can end up being so convoluted and messy, though you seem to be coping well, and lots of great poems seem to be coming out of it. Have never heard the singer, but think is really good, so enjoyed the whole blog, thanks, best wishes and blessings, Charles.
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Charles, thank you so much. You’re comments are always so lovely
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n amazing poem deserves a lovely comment, hope your life can sort out a bit, and the hurt to ease. 🙂 Charles.
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Thank you. You’re so kind. I’m blessed in many ways.
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Sometimes it is hard to see blessings that we have. So here are some more blessings, Charles.
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Thank you! 😃
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🙂
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Color me crazy, in black and blue.
Bleed out of red, to yellow hue. 🙂
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Ha. Nice
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Tosha, believe me, I know how you feel. Been there. Still deal with it. Haha. Jackson Pollock… very interesting subject for a poem. Great metaphor.
🙂 ❤
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Thank you, lovely xo
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More than welcome.
🙂 ❤
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Such colourful poetry, Tosha ! You’re more like a painter not a poet, such a vivid picture this paints. Loved it 💕
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What a lovely compliment. Thank you
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🌟🌟🌟 jackson pollock is an acting out the neurological connections of the brain thru lines + colors mapping our mind. good pome dear aficionados !
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Thank you!!
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life is an art and your piece of work resembles it.
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Thank you
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Such a well composed poem 🙂
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Thank you so much
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Nice work
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Thanks
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🌸🌸
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