The clouds drank in ravens
making the pines lucid.
His shadow fell beneath
the sky. If she listened
closely, she could hear
his melodic cadence
delivering soliloquies
adrift on the wind.
He as he was
She as she became
Awake. Aware.
Taking color and form.
Both somewhere between
what was there. What’s
not there. Someone you
remember and can’t
quite forget.
Lost mail on someone
else’s kitchen table.
The parenthesis enclosed.
Time takes away. Gone
in an instant particles
of the past.
She stays.
(She can’t stay)
Tired from this slow
burning off of yesterday.
That which was lost
will not become again.
She always thinks she
see gleams of him,
glimpsed and then gone.
The stem decimated but
drowning in rose petals.
No longer powerless
to the undertow.
His presence merely less,
but no longer wholly more.
His shadow falling,
falling into dust.
The only sound she
hears now is her
voice turning into
an early frost.
To every poem there is
a time and season.
Seasons that coagulate
into lost years.
In this one, she scourges
the past with lyrical ease
The wind no longer
contradicting itself.
Her pen drops ink
of flames, no longer
pointing to the sky.
Dr. Syntax gives her a
lollipop and a clean
bill of closure.
-Tosha Michelle
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Thanks xx
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Your passion is so lovely….stirring….wonderful….and, I instantly fell in love with Jeremy’s song/gift…thanks for sharing 🙂
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No, thank you. Really appreciate your kindness ❤️
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Absolutely my pleasure 🙂
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A happy ending then!
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😜
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“To every poem there is
a time and season.
Seasons that coagulate
into lost years…”
Nice!!
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Thank you so much
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My favourite lines too 😀 I wondered if someone else would think so.
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Superb!!!♡♡♡
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Thank you xx
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EVERY TIME xo got your back sister xo
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That means a lot to me
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Beautiful new pic btw big hug ♡
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Thanks lovely one
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You have such a nice flow here, beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you!!
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You are welcome.
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❤️❤️❤️
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Beautiful. Not only your choice words, in the depths of loss, as well the lost feelings thur time. As so often time is awesome healer of reckoning, and letting go. Closure cuts the heart strings from a conscious worn thin of fear and worry.
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It’s always heartbreaking thing. I think life is all in a catch and release though ❤️
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Yeah, ain’t that the saddened truth.💙
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Onward we go 😊
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