There are two or three men
desperate for her.
They beg to see, to touch,
to give her things,
the ocean and coastal terrain.
She’d give in if her head and
heart weren’t tied
up in him, trying to teach her
body not to yearn
for a waterless hill, the tidal waste.
Seconds of minutes of hours of days
wrapped up in him
So much connected to him, it now
belongs to him.
The illusions of shooting stars in
his realm.
Tonight she can almost see the
constellation or consolation
depending on her vantage point.
Stubborn in her convictions
She clings to the his crest, illiac
and shimmering peaks
She calls for him through a
whimsical sky.
For a moment she can almost
hear his cadence
but it’s only the whiskey drenched
moans of two or three
other men answering her through
a solid earth.
Resigned to sleep now. She drowns out their sound
Knowing only in singing dreams is the puff and mist of him found.
-Tosha Michelle
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Thank you so much
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Beautiful. Hope you are well. xo
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Thanks beautiful lady. I’m well. Hope you are too
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Glad to hear that. I’m hangin’ in, Tosh! xo
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😊💕💕💕
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I loved this Tosha. I love all your work that’s true, but this one, it was so gut-wrenching and viseral in a really, really keenly observed and cleverly written way. It will stay with me. Wonderful writing my friend xo
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Thank you so much. As always, means a lot coming from you.
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Big hugs lovely one xo
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Beautiful and evocative!
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Thank you so much
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Truly magical!
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💕
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I’m not sure what it was about this one but it put me in mind of Dylan Thomas. There was an underlying darkness to it. Very impressive.
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Wow! Thank you. He’s one of my favorite poets
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Really? Isn’t that funny. I guess I didn’t just imagine the influence then. It’s really good Tosha, sent me to another place.
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Aww. Thanks again. Big grin
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Sublime sadness in this one.
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💕💕💕
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Very niiiiiiice.
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the lovely Tosha Michelle.
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Danke
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vous êtes les bienvenus
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I would never want to wake up again…
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😊💕
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Exquisite lines in this, Tosha!
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on Art by Rob Goldstein and commented:
Poetry by Tosha Michelle
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You’re always so sweet
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You’re always such a good writer! 🙂
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That’s kind. I really enjoy your blog and your artwork in particular
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Thanks Tosha!
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You’re welcome
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Penciling good! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks. No eraser needed ha
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Lovely, I almost fell in 🙂
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Ha! Thank you
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Reblogged here
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Thank you
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Yes, it’s my reblog blog i’m just figuring out Tumblr
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Cool
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