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
wake. Aware.
Taking color and form.
Both somewhere between
what was there.
What’s not there. (What
was never there)
Someone you think you
remember and can’t
quite forget.
Lost mail belonging on someone
else’s kitchen table.
The parenthesis enclosed.
No comma, no pauses.
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 (never was)
will not become again.
She always thinks she
see gleams of him,
The one she thought
she knew,
glimpsed and then gone.
The heart can only be
deceived for so long.
The stem decimated,
drowning in crushed rose petals.
No longer powerless
to the storm.
Wind that never really
blew for her.
Easier now to withstand
His presence merely less,
but no longer wholly more.
His shadow falling,
falling into dust.
The only sound she
hears in this moment is her
voice turning into
an early frost.
To every poem there is
a time and season.
Seasons that coagulate
into lost years,
time wasted.
In this one, she scourges
the past with lyrical ease
The breeze no longer
contradicting itself.
Her pen drops ink
of ice, no longer
pointing to the sky.
The view always distorted
anyway. The final chapter
written. She no longer
cares about heart revisions.
-Tosha Michelle
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“her pen drops ink of ice” ❤
How superb! And then you drop the Quarterflash hit – one of my favourite teen hits!!! 🙂
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Thanks. It’s such a great song ❤️
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You must have been a wee lil gal at the time it was released?
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Yeah. Of course I stopped aging a few years ago haha
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Oh, you know the tale The Picture of Dorian Gray right? There isn’t a painting in your attic is there?
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Haha. No, just good genes. That sounds so obnoxious. Ugh. Really though you should see my mom. She could pass for my age
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Well hooray for genes that pass positive features rather than osteoporosis or bunions lol! 😊
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Haha. You’re funny
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A full novel in verse.
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Wonderfully written. Makes me think of this distortion you talk about how we heal from lost love painfully and that sometimes it doesn’t altogether heal or takes a great amount of time. And sometimes when we look back we have a tendency to change the story or only look at the Go is things and not remember what was so bad that it had to end. And as your speaker says she no longer cares if her memories are distorted just the same they are valuable memories to her.
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Yes, although I suppose seeing things as they were and not how we wished them to be is the best way to get on with our lives.
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It’s true. The best thing I read was sometimes you have to give yourself the apology you were never given by someone else. So sometimes I imagine these guys from past relationships or almost relationships apologizing and admitting that what they did was wrong and hurt me. It’s kind of like seeing things in the best way looking back and has allowed me to move on in situations where I once felt stuck or really hurt. Forgiveness can be yourself as much as it is for others. 💕
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That’s a wonderful outlooks. I imagine it cuts down on bitterness and self recrimination too
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Yes for sure it does. It helps you move on and not think it was your fault, kind of like realizing there was reason you and he don’t fit or didn’t. A way to let it go and move on 🙂
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Agreed. You’re one smart woman. Hope you have the best weekend
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Thanks that’s really nice of you too say. Enjoy yours as well 🙂
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Magical!
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It’s been a joy reading through your old poems. Your prolific writing is both something I admire and am jealous of haha. Don’t ever stop.
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I’m glad you finally found something about me to admire. Ha! Thanks for reading
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