When I get tired.
I sometimes wonder
what’s this poetry
thing all about?
What am I writing for?
During these times
I’m usually stuck
in a creative muck,
I still don’t dare
call it a rut.
There’s no food
in the picnic basket
so I eat drudgery instead.
My mouth full of lost time.
I’m so hungry for words
that have run off
with my silk dresses.
I dream of nouns, adjectives,
and verbs, sinking
in a sea of syntax.
I try to dive in
but get stuck in the sand.
I sit along the shore
I wait. As seagulls fly
from under my bed,
my silk dresses hanging
from up above.
I reach for them
while I still can.
-Tosha Michelle
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Thanks friend
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You are welcome, my dear!
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There’s no food
in the picnic basket
so I eat drudgery instead… Love it!
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Thank you xo
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You know it and speak it. Love the imagery.
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Thank you so much
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Because….you’re welcome.
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😄😜💕
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You know you missed me. Lol
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I also knew you would be back. Ha ha
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……….I no longer like you very much. 😁
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Rude!!!! 😡😧😀
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I apologize. 🙂
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😀🍟👀😔😁❤️
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I know the feeling.
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Sometimes we just need a break
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I feel you on this, such treachery by words to leave us by the roadside. And mentally routines are great until they reach an apex, at least thats how I feel on the topic.
And despite the tiredness you still busted out a pretty bad ass poem ☺ Mouth full of time struck me.
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Thank you. You get me.
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Beautiful. Feel this too. 🙂
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Thank you
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Welcome xo
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Well done, good imagery
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Thank you
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❤
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Great article
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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Brilliant 🙂
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Thank you xx
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You’re welcome xx
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Oop yeah, writer’s malaise hits us all! 💜
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Sigh
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ah..but when you do make an entrance… *sigh*
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Awww
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Xxx
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Love the vivid imagery
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Thank you
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My pleasure. Remember to stay amazing
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Ha. I will do my bedroom
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Best!
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When they go away, the words always come back to me after a time of stillness and quiet. They’re never far. Love. xo
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😧
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Schedule a vocabulary reduction procedure, and call it a day. Love ya, Boo.
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Haha. 💕
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I’ve asked myself that often… what am I writing for? But of course, you’ve turned that question into something beautiful. ♥
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Thank you. I hope you never stop writing
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I probably couldn’t anyway 🙂
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Whew! 💕
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And same to you! You should never stop. ♥
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Aww thanks
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What a beautiful evocative poem
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Thank you kindly
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I’m so hungry for words
that have run off
with my silk dresses.
I love this one. I’ve been mad at WP, but reading this has made me so grateful I gave it another chance today. Thank you, Tosha. I’m always in a better mood after reading your words.
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I’m glad. I feel your with WP burnt out at the moment. However, there’s so many lovely people here, you included. Grateful to have met you. I hope you will keep posting. Your poetry needs to be read
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Thank you, Tosha. I agree with all of this. I’m happy that WP was the introduction, but it will never be the end of friendship.
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So true! Happy Friday you
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Thank you xx
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Your welcome ❤
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Excellent!
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Thank you
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Oh I borrowed your silk dresses and picnic hamper, you don’t mind too much do you? ❤ ❤
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Rude! Ha
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😉
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Only a true poet can draw inspired lines from a lack of inspiration.
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Thank you!
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As always, you’re welcome. 🙂
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Thank you xx
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You’re welcome hun
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Such a lovely word picture. I think we stretch for the words and wonder and sigh, but in the end, in the right place, we find them. I hope you find them soon btw the beach and your silk dresses, such lovely words themselves.
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Thank you as always for your lovely thoughts
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Beautiful 💕 Totally feel this one! 😊👍
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Thank you 💕
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😊💕
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Love it. 🙂
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Thank you. How are you?
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Hanging in. Trying to finish writing about my children…it’s difficult….knowing they are out of my life forever. Oh, well.
BTW. I nominated you for an award. I don’t know if you are award free or not…but I did it anyway. I’ll probably post it today.
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Oh, thank you. I don’t usually participate. However for you I will. Really appreciate you. Don’t give up on your children. Things do change. Don’t lose hope. Sending nothing but love your way
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Thank you! I have already given up on them. I think after almost two years for one of them and over a year for the other one….if they were even remotely concerned about me….I would have heard something. It’s okay. That relationship had become as toxic as the relationship with their daddy. Thanks for the love.
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Really sorry to read this. I hope you’re able to find some comfort and solace in the years you did have with them.
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I did. They were delightful (for the most part) children and I wouldn’t have missed knowing them for the world. 🙂
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❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Tosha, you are and always will be my favorite. I am planning a five week vacation at the end of the year (warm and sunny beaches for Christmas to do some writing). TRUST ME. I will save all of your notifications.
Your writing is inspiring.
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Andrew, I’m honored. Doing a victory dance too. Ha! It’s always a pleasure to interact with you and I love everything you write.
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Thank you. I read you to enjoy and learn.
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💕
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As long as those dresses are up there spinning, I think we’ll be ok. ❤
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Hope so, beautiful
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Very nice poem Ms. Tosha.
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Thank you so much
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