Here under the tent, we say
our final goodbye. Soon your
coffin will be lowered into the ground.
The crowd folds like fall foliage,
with promises that it will get better
and death is not the end.
What will they remember of you?
Your smile? The broach you always wore?
The photo of you on the beach
in your Sunday best, with sunglasses
as stylish as Jackie O’s.
Please send me a sign,
a popcorn kernel of hope
that your spirit lives on.
That your soul is in a peaceful
place. That days and years
from now, we’ll find you again.
I question the sky. It reflects
back light then dark. No
definitive answers there.
Yet still I search eternity,
for you. This depth of feeling
keeps me pondering infinity.
This anguish spurs me on.
-Tosha Michelle
I question the sky sometimes too.
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So beautiful and sad. 💙
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Thank you!
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A comforting thought when dealing with grief.
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“…like fall foliage,
with promises that it will get better
and death is not the end.”
Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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If only sometimes we could find the answers we are looking for. This makes me sad but, the words belong to you..so I also love them. ❤
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Thank you lovely
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Wonderful and full of feeling!
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This is a very moving and beautiful poem, very personal, so thanks for sharing it, best wishes and blessings, Charles. 🙂
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Thanks my friend
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Pleasure, stay well, blessings, Charles. 🙂
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You too xo
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Solemn and beautiful. Love. xo
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Thanks xo
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You’re welcome. xo
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Powerful. From death comes many things, some good from the bad if we are lucky.
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So true xx
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excellent. haunting. maybe excise “popcorn” and replace with another metaphor.
what do we think when eating popcorn? movies? parties?
it’s hard. maybe allude to popcorn rather than state it. something about a hard seed turning into an amazing shape and full of nutrition…does attempt to grasp at hope – but i think it trivialises the seriousness of the rest of the poem…
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Thank you for feedback and suggestion
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Powerful and sad words. I believe come a point where we must repair ourselves. Hard to find a sad place where we must decide new journey.
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Very true
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From birth, to rebirth, to infinity and beyond.
The way you wrote this was not only emotive, but dismally dazzling [if one could ever use those two terms at once!].
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Thanks. So lovely
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A though to people we didn’t have the time to say our final goodbye in France. Beautiful words, it’s reconforting me today .Thanx
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So tragic!
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You and your work are amazing, Tosh. xx
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Aww thanks!!
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Powerful. Bravo.
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Thanks xx
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I live with death, as death lives with me.
Time is all that separates me from the my unfinished dreams.
Either dust in the wind, or smoke on the water. Where has my pain gone, after it’s drawn out all tears.
Time will set me free.
I’m sorry to feel this way.
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Full of meaning and relatable by all. I always find gifts when I visit. 💐🎁
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Love your outlook
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U have that nostalgic touch which gets out all emotions while reading ur posts :’)
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I said Kaddish for your loss, in whatever senses they may be. It is actually an affirmation prayer of life.
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Such beautiful poem! Longing and loving. ❤
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Thank you x
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your most welcome 🙂
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