Evening Elegy

Published on by Tosha Michelle

I step outside at the
edge of evening.
before the night closes.
The sky covered in
loose scraps of black.
I feel small and lost.
Purposeless; even the
leaves falling, as the
tree comes undone
have more direction
than me.
I tell no one how I
feel, not the man I
miss nor my friends.
I try to convince myself
that happiness, the
ultimate prodigal son
always returns. My
stubborn heart screams
expletives at me.
It reminds me that hurricanes
come toward us, heavy
with loss, fierce with
longing, battering the
roof, the doors, and
windows of an empty
house
~Tosha Michelle 

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60 thoughts on “Evening Elegy”

  6. Ultimately, we’re saved from the storm. I have a friend, a Navy Executive Officer, who stood on the bridge of his surfaced submarine in the mid-Atlantic, stared into the clear, star-lit sky, as said, “You know, in the grand scheme, I really don’t amount to much.”. When, in reality, he amounts to everything. xx

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  19. This Rumi quote runs through my mind often when I read your poetry and/or listen to your songs: “Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion”. I love the glimpses I get of your “ecstatic motion” in our conversations as well as your creativity, Tosha. Love.

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  20. Beautiful elegy. Like many bad things, even horrible and damaging things, “this to shall pass.” So we pick of the pieces and go on. It’s never easy, but it’s better than a hurricane.

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  21. The sky covered in
    loose scraps of black. – what a great way to describe it.

    I feel small and lost.
    Purposeless; even the
    leaves falling, as the
    tree comes undone
    have more direction
    than me. – again, fantastic metaphor.

    Another really enjoyable read 🙂

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  24. Very soulful piece of work, very good poem. To me, I enjoy your work. Your poems are the type I like and the type I do myself when I decide to write a poem, your poems go somewhere, they have a meaning that can be understood. Keep up your great work ma’am, in my opinion you are a very very good writer.

    ted

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