The Days Come Forward

Published on by Tosha Michelle

Remember when we thought we ruled the day?
The sun looked upon us with untold knowledge.
That was the year, we discovered Tennyson.
We thought to ourselves it will never be too late
to find a better world.

Little did we know then,
We were at the center of a wasteland.
Then, we were still unmapped by scars.
We had no use for a lingering ache in our souls.
We were too busy staring at whitewashed walls.
Words threaded into lilting tunes in a pristine language.
That was before the earth answered us in a sigh;
a moan. Before the fire in our bellies became compressed.

These days we drink tea in a fog.
We serve our time among monotony.
The walls have become a silhouette of shadows.
We sing a halting refrain.
Struggling in a garden where nothing stirs.
The leaves have lost their luster, or there are no leaves left.
We pray for love, for mercy, to see the lone bird lifted.
Watching as daylight weaves evening.
The tree steeped in twilight.
We try desperately to unravel
the thread.

-Tosha Michelle

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66 thoughts on “The Days Come Forward”

  7. Tosha,
    This is a very moving poem. I love it. It flows nicely, which is always great when that happens isn’t it? I really like the lines “Then, we were still unmapped by scars,” and “We serve our time among monotony.” This poem brings such issues to mind, especially for me when I read it, which allows us to look at where we’re at and how we’re feeling and decide if we want to remain there or identify the problem and move forward. I always enjoy reading your posts. You have a great talent. Check out my latest poem “Dope Slinger.” Here’s the link: https://theaccidentalpoet.net/2016/10/13/dope-slinger/

    Take care.
    Steve (a/k/a The Accidental Poet)

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      9. I think we are a bit of a riot and we seek some soapbox attention but do it pretty well. Plus we look somewhat different than other bloggers:)

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  20. Young and carefree, not realizing the complications of life. Awesome choice for song to match or that inspired this poem. Freshman very much shows youth not realizing the hurts of life and when they do, they break. Great writing.

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