for what I didn’t know before
the light. The air.
The tree branches sway to
ghosts on the wind.
The grass, a graveyard of regret.
I walk away, knowing what comes after
can only be better.
Next time, I’ll find the one
who’s been looking for me.
The one who’s eyes search
the sky.
I won’t settle for less
than what I hope for.
I’ve shed claws and sprouted
wings. The moon nods its
approval. The crickets sing
a song of respect.
If you are not looking for me,
I don’t want to be found.
I’d rather stay in my shell
until my own resolve cracks
it open.
Free. I’ll listen to the spirits
of Dante and Beatrice,
and await the smoke signal
of someone who could matter.
Whether it’s the earth or me
who answers, depends on
the flame and the charred
particles of the dust of my heart.
-Tosha Michelle
I love how you use the theme of change, from ‘shedding claws’ to ‘spreading wings’ and also how the searching of something changes us. This was amazing, and I expect nothing less from your posts. 🙂
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So kind. I can’t thank you enough
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Don’t even mention it…:)
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Wow, truly loved this. Very evocative and moving.
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Thank you so much
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My pleasure Tosha.
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Fine kob, Tosha.
G.r
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Thanks x
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Fine kob.yes, but fine job too
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Beautifully written Tosha! Love it 💕
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Thanks so much
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😊
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Lordy, you’ve done it again. Fantastic.
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Why thank you
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I love your posts^_^
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Thank you
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“If you’re not looking for me
I don’t want to be found” – that’s something we should all aspire to! Another great job, Tosha! 😃
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Thanks my soon to be kilt wearing friend
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You’re welcome! You need to forget so it’ll be shocking & exciting! 😃
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I’ll try. I have the memory of an elephant 😜😉
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I don’t! I have the worst memory ever. I have to write every little detail down. 🤔
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Ha
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You’re right, beautiful friend. Never settle!
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Never again xx
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❤
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Full with emotions, love it
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Thanks xx
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My pleasure
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molto carina……
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I love it. I’ve missed your posts. *sigh*
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Thanks always good to see you here
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Very moving I love it
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Thanks xz
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Lovely Tosha!
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Thanks. I found the other poem. Will try and post it again tomorrow
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Welcome. Great news!
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awsome!! its a must reblogg!!
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Thanks x
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Reblogged this on thesophisticatedpoet and commented:
awesome poetry!
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Smoke signals…well, I guess it’s a lot cheaper than internet dating.
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Haha
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Brilliant ☺ I liked the cracking shell/ resolve lines, and the overall feel of the piece. Some people write lovey dovey, but you write about commonalities emotions etc in such a great way thats never cliche.
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Aww thanks. That’s a wonderful complement
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..and I hope on that next time around
You and I cross ways again…and maybe share a sunset or two…or a dozen. 💕
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Aww. Me too
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Xx
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Beautiful Tosha! As usual. 🙂
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Thanks
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thanks lovely
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Welcome dollface
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Beautiful words as always Tosha!
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Thanks xx
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Very good Tosha, love the Dante and Beatrice reference! 🙂
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And the last line is good too! Xx
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Thanks my Brit
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I can’t get over how talented you are! I love the metamorphosis of this poem.
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Aww that’s so kind
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Hungry ♡’s of dust. In stillness of wisdom to await it’s desires. ☆
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Nice
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It sounds tough and also very beautiful to live this moment– crossing the lawn into a fresh and raw aloneness, with grief perhaps peeking out from the shadows, but also reclaiming the strength of your own heart and already planting the seeds for new growth. Such difficulties can surely lead to beautiful writing, as you have offered here. If this is from personal experience, what I can offer is that eyes searching the sky will inevitably find one another…
Peace
Michael
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Your comment brought a huge smile to my face. Thank you. Just lovely
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“The crickets sing a song of respect”. Love. xo
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Thanks you xx
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You’re welcome. xo
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Beautiful! As always!
Haven’t heard this song in years!
Peace,
Sherrie
Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:
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Thanks so much
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I’d love to hear you sing this! 😉 ❤
Sherrie
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I’ll see what I can do
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A bit of dark in your captivating poem was a lovely surprise! Cheers to claws and sprouted wings 🙂 ❤
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Ha. Thanks
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My dear I am running out of words to desribe the wonderful art you paint with your words. This was an amazing write.
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Thank you. Big fan of yours so it means a lot xx
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xoxoxo
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Seeking answers !heart will never find peace until it gets them 🙂
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That’s so true
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Yeah indeed !u got depth in writing !would love to read more and know u
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That’s so kind. Thank you. Lovely to connect
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Same here 🙂
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Where r u from?
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The Southern part of the US
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Ahh okay okay 🙂 so what do u do ? Except being great with words 😊
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I’m a grant writer. How about you?
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I am doing my engineering in computers! Just entered final year !
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Congrats. Getting closer
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Yeah thank you 🙂
R u on instagram or something?
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No. I was but closed my account. Thinking of creating a new one. I’m on Twitter @taraleigh2020
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I am not on twitter 😅
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Shucks
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Get on instagram or something 😅 so tell me more abt u ? U write sooo well
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I will. I’ve been thinking about trying it again.
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Just amazing
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Thanks
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Reblogged this on Transit Address and commented:
One of the most beautiful blogs i found this weekend
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Reblogged it on transitaddress.wordpress.com
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Thanks
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“the charred
particles of the dust of my heart.” Love that.
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Beautiful
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Lovely!
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Thanks x
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I have a question for you. Although I think I already know the answer. Your book guide to self help I think it is I could be totally off base. Forgive me I’m Canadian anyway to make a long comment short. Is the book based on your actual life? The reason I ask this is because the book title seems a bit morbid for such a person such as yourself.
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It’s more of a humor book, a parody
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Oh I see period after that comment I went to see if your book was available in the bookstore that I visit and it is apparently you’re probably there in Canada not just with this Canadian but others as well.
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That’s really kind of you. Hope you’ve had a wonderful day
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Lol
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