Tell Me


Tell me how you suffer
in notes both high
and low.

Tell me why everything
is rarely enough in a
world that is collapsing.
The sky nothing more
than cornbread crumbs.

Why do we not
notice this?

Tell me how we got lost
in a word of logins, of likes,
of tweets, a web of passwords.

When did Google
become a verb?

Tell me why people are disposable,
and we are constantly
judging our life
by the lives of others?

When I hear music,
my life shifts.
Layers of overstimulated
brain cells shed
their skin.

Dress me
in your melody.

Tell me in a song
why we love
something we
refuse to talk about.

Let your tune speak
of shattered knees,
barbwire fences
cutting into roads,
illness, loneliness.

Sing me
your pain.

Tell me how words
in old books
draw you near.
How their ghosts still reflect
pleasures recalled.

How peace is the
county you want
to live in,
but you get stuck in
customs instead.

How hard it hurts
to fall, to fall,
but each bruise,
each disappointment is
a testament that
our system is still
functioning and
there are tunes
still left to be sung.

I’ll sit beside you as
you serenade me
and finally pay
attention to the

The evening opening
up like a meteor,
a tail of a comet
waves to us as it
touches the sidewalk.
Satellites fall. For the moment,
heaven comes closer,
entranced by your song.

-Tosha Michelle

Nobody does suffering better than Adele


128 thoughts on “Tell Me

  1. Oh this is beautiful! So much about this poem resonated with me…

    this past summer I took a self imposed unemployment break and escaped from the digital world to reconnect with my loved ones…it was the best decision I ever made….I may do it again this summer……I have really reduced my time online and don’t actively seek out new blogs…in fact I can count on only one hand the number I read……(hence my ambivalence about starting one)

    judging our lives by the lives of others…been there, done that…not anymore!

    words in old books….love that….I prefer a real book versus a kindle…something about the feel in my hand and the smell of the paper…..

    and I love to gaze at stars….I have seen many a shooting star….the last two stanzas of the poem are brilliant….

    thank you, Tosha!

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    1. No. Thank you. I do hope you start a blog. I’d love to read. Life is all about finding balance. This can be tricky. I say all things in moderation.. except for love, chocolate, and books. πŸ˜‰ It does help to disconnect from the digital world on occasion. We all need time away to live and then we can come back and share experiences. I’ve been blessed to make some really wonderful friends throughout the years via the internet. For that I am grateful, but social media can be taxing.

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  2. Where did you come up with the stunning lines:

    When I hear music,
    my life shifts.
    Layers of overstimulated
    brain cells shed
    their skin.

    I was wow! by this whole entire poem.
    Let alone these visual lines…

    My mind was thinking surrealism…someone listening to the sound of music,
    and as the music got more intense and joyful,
    Our brain cells started to slowly shed and turn to liquid only to be with the sound of music itself.

    At least this is how I interpret your poem.

    Tosha, I love this poem so much. That you bring such a good energy and spirit in this planet of ours.

    Thank you for you being you. You make the world a better place. πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you. I’m touched by your words. My poetry is usually based on a random stream of consciousness and heavily influenced by the confessional poets. Sometimes the words work. Sometimes they don’t. I’m glad in this case they did. I truly appreciate your thoughtful input.

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  3. Well done Tosha! I especially like the line, “Dress me in your melody.” It is such good imagery (as are your other stanzas). A few months ago, I tried to express how music “drew me in to the centre…Swept up upon its crescendo – And lightly set down on its soft endings; I listened to You whisper and hum – And was silent.” ( “Let your tune speak” indeed.

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  4. Wonderful Tosha. Thoughts that invade the minds of more than we think.
    “Tell me why people are disposable,
    and we are constantly
    judging our life
    by the lives of others?”
    –My thoughts on this – humanism. People have become machines. Life isn’t always so sacred. The values that permeate western culture now, such as personal peace and affluence means, ‘I’m fine with you so longing you don’t touch my personal peace and material wealth.’ Hmmmmm…
    There is a message of hope in this too, which is great.

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  5. Oh my, Tosha — this is a freakin’ homerun (sorry for the baseball metaphor here, but it’s true) — this is stunning, so beautiful, true, lyrical. I’m sharing via Twitter. More people need to read these words — and then I need to print out a copy of this terrific poem and tack it to my wall! πŸ™‚ Lovely indeed.

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  6. “Tell me how we got lost
    in a word of logins, of likes,
    of tweets, a web of passwords.” – Excellent…Technology advancement doesn’t automatically equate with social advancement across the board. We have gained…and yet we have lost.

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  7. There is absolutely nothing not to love about this poem. I don’t know where you were when the talent was passed out, but you must have been in the front row….and just as important, you take the time to get it right (I assume poems like this don’t come to you fully formed!). πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you. You’re very kind. This poem was edit and revised over the last month. Sometimes I think my poetry is too simple so it really makes me happy when people see the complexity in the nuances of the words. I write poetry, I liked to read and just hope that people find the themes relatable. πŸ™‚


  8. Loved this ~ this is the first time I’ve listen to the full song of Hello from Adele, and to listen to this after reading your poetry…painful bliss, if there ever was such a thing πŸ™‚

    Beautifully talented you are ~

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  9. We’ve woven a web, you and I,
    attached to the world, for no matter
    how long, inscribed, though poorly, for
    scant eyes, still, as bright a love aura as
    has ever glowed, tightly wound around
    our hearts, yet soaring miles above
    Moodeung’s fog to warm cold February.
    Sparks fly off a round-rock fire rarely seen
    in these parts. We laugh, it feels like we
    shouldn’t be here on a cold winter night,
    just a few meters from trails so packed
    during the day. This charge will never
    leave. We’ve marked this space but must
    go to where the stars shine, deer run, art springs.
    Keep my heart in your brain, words in your hair.
    Matched lifelong yearning bursts in my hand,
    fluorescent. Quick, pack what you need, let’s
    flee! live life in the positive zone, expand
    what we enjoy together, bound by the luck
    that brought us this far. Where to next?

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  10. Ah yes, symphonies aplenty in varied tones. The displays do attack the senses from all over, yet we wish to understand it all but also wish to be able to think quiet and have peace. A tightrope that we walk daily. Excellent my Friend:)

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      1. I had something odd happen in my sidebar that I noticed it changed from as recent as this afternoon, suddenly it went from my email followers to my followers that are in my insights section and the difference is 2000 ppl.

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      2. I thought so. I have checked other people’s site and had prior and mine grew real fast from November through January and then slowed but I was sitting just under 2000. The ones I see in insights stayed the same and now they are the email followers. IDK

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      3. I guess I could try that. I am literally barricaded in my room, bags and other stuff in here, dumped a lot of stuff already. some of this is going to be interesting as my lil sis and uncle screwed up and more likely than not my elder sis and her bf will be here for the rest of the week. No bueno if that happens

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  11. Tosha, i really this piece, why do you follow me? Yet my writing is so childlike, my poetry, which i’ve written in this organic past, truly much better… Just ask my daughter… ifinn i toad you that i was from the future an have not been born yet?

    would fine that statement to be true or lie?

    Silver ship…

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      1. You’re to kind…

        Why do authors’ like yourself,
        follow an,
        sometimes read, very disrespectful writers such as myself?

        Would believe, my life has always been up-hill, but before i move on, i’ll own worlds…

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