If I write it down
I can’t take it back.
When I’m gone, and
the wind of your world
is still scented with
my verse, what then?
Who will I be to you?
a bittersweet arrangement
of molecules only legible
under certain nostalgic light?
The tug of your heart, of
what might have been?
If your voice fails you
give them my words.
Tell them this is how
she adored me,
with syntax and lyrical sighs,
bleeding emotions.
The wingspan of her poetry.
I dressed you only
in the sun, too far gone
to halt our ending, but still
close enough for you to cling
to the last bit of light.
You’ll find me somewhere
lost between the pages of
your life. Sitting on an
endless porch swing singing
the blue notes.
The language never quite finished.
The language;never quite done.
Tosha Michelle
I really like the sensitive intensity of his poetry.
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Thank you. Very kind x
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On, Wow! Tosha that’s amazing! What a wit you have. 💙
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Thanks Dale ❤️
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The sensitive of your poetic verse are indeed a emotional and moving language of poetic cinema. 🙂
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Thank you. You’re a gem
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You’re a gem too, but a beautiful lovely gem just like your eyes. 🙂
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Aww You’re also a real charmer ❤️
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🙂 Bless you my dear. 🙂
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❤️❤️❤️❤️
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You give me 4 pink hearts? You have to add a kiss as well. 🙂 ❤
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💄💋
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Thank you, Tosha. I don’t know how to do the kissy thing on here…but I’m giving you a big kiss and a big hug from me to you. 🙂
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Awe shucks
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Beautiful Tosha! You’re a dream! ❤
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Or a nightmare depending on who you ask ha!
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I hadn’t expected that reply – I was just imagining you in blue on your swing, then you turn to face me, and its a terrible skull for a face screaming!! Argh!!! 😮 😮
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Hahaha. You’re a hoot.
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Beautiful
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Thanks Todd. Miss you
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I’ve missed you too
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Congrats on the marriage. Really cool
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank you
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You are welcome.
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Yours is such a unique voice that I could pick it from thousands. Your words are a gift to those who really listen. Rare and everytime, beautiful!
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You always say the nicest things. Thank you!
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Always a pleasure T ! Crazy about the way you toss words to and fro 🙂
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You have a real talent for it too xo
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Tosha, this is so good it almost gave me goosebumps, This my favorite!
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Aww thank you so much
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I must agree. “still scented with my verse” , my be my favorite line. 💙
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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*big sigh*
with syntax and lyrical sighs,
bleeding emotions.
The wingspan of her poetry.
Penciling amazing. ❤
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Aww thanks sweet guy
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Aww thanks
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Yes, the language is never quite done
but the wingspan of your words
just tugged another heart
and this will have to do
for now…
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❤️
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Just found this again.
And enjoyed it again.
Then realised
I forgot to follow you, last time
but can’t remember why
so
shall put that right…
now.
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Thank you kindly
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delightful words
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❤️
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delightful heart
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💕
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I love your opening, “If I write it down, I can’t take it back.” and then the understanding of language never finished, never done…especially in love. Simply beautiful Tosha.
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That’s so kind. Thank you
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Love this poem about “dressing” readers in the “sun” and and being “lost btw the pages” of the readers life but not really known. Just words they adore that get through life, help. Without them realizing the reality of the speakers life, what she experienced and went through. It made me think of Emily Dickinson poetry. How we can read about her life but not really know her personal thoughts abc struggles. The same with so many writers and poets.
Hope all is well 🙂
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Thanks so much. All is well. Just really busy and missing reading wonderful blogs like yours
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Thanks Tosha me too and the same things with the blogs. Yours and others 🙂 Have a Happy Halloween 🙂
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Another masterpiece!!!
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You’re always so kind
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Dear Tosha,
This was a wonderful read. Your words are so well used.
With your permission I would love to feature this poem in my new magazine Poetry & Poverty which you can see details of on my page. We are currently drafting our first edition and sorting through content. This really caught my eye.
If it may be a possibility, you can email me on the address given on my page. I would be really excited to your work, you are pretty amazing :). Thank you. N.F.M
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That would be lovely
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For some reason your site is not loading for me. Feel free to contact me via email at tmwoody90@gmail.com Thanks
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many thanks
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