His shirt is devoid of him.
My dress is much too
pretty to put on.
This day is an easy
choice. Tomorrow,
might not be.

The flames fan to
a jar of splinters
we chopped the
night before. The
fire takes what is
giving freely (without

I choose to take the
heat in his eyes. I step
out of the shower.
and notices the sexy
message he left
for me on the mirror,
Now the glass is
less full of clean

We make our decisions
We become our choices
We become pleasure
We become pain.

Life with all it’s options.
Roads to choose.
Do we drift or stay
on course? Turn
forward? Turn back?

We make love and tea.
Pillows spill from the bed.
We roll around on the floor
wallowing in soot.
A mop is the only response

Dawn slivers through the
window and across our
bare skin.. The sun winks
at us through a wave of
white. The sky, tall and
blue, curtsies. Taunting
us through the window
pane. The sky and sun
knowing (of course) that
they are an easy choice.

-Tosha Michelle


37 thoughts on “Choice

  1. “We make our decisions
    We become our choices
    We become pleasure
    We become pain.”

    Sage words, Tosha. Loved it! I like your new gravatar as well. 🙂


  2. I sat reading another wonderful poem this morning and I’m just smiling. (I know I keep telling you, but…) You’re so damn talented!!! The images you create are phenomenal. I’m in awe of how you can keep making me think you’ve outdone yourself.

    Today I’m thankful for moments like this, when words can still make us feel things in this day and age! Thank you, Tosha for being exactly who you are! 🦃🍁🍂☕️

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  3. Bonjour TOSHA

    Nous voici bientôt au mois de décembre et à l’approche de Noël

    Mois d’amour et de gaité

    Entre nous , soyons dans la paix et l’amitié

    Ce mois de décembre doit-être plus beau que celui de 2015

    Pour moi

    Mes amies amis vous êtes des anges

    Des anges de l’amitié

    Un peu pardon et de partage afin tout le monde soit heureux

    Mes amies amis au cours de cette année qui vas s’écouler

    Vous m’avez donné du temps en venant faire un passage sur mon blog par vos écris

    Merci à tous bon Week-End

    Bisous , BERNARD

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  4. I really loved this poem and the way you made it flow, like the action within it. I thought these lines were subtly inserted, but obvious in their purpose, just lovely:

    “The flames fan to
    a jar of splinters
    we chopped the
    night before.”

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