The year’s death is approaching
and my soul is in migration.
The breath of frost lingers
longer with each passing winter.
I sit looking out at the night,
coming down like calendar
pages falling to the floor.
The moon looks like a clock.
The wind whispers “tick tock”
The ghosts of 2017 stumble around in my backyard.
Unfulfilled dreams appear like
oracles at my front door.
I measure my loses.
I count my gains.
I write my life in blue.
Praying for the luminous dawn
of fresh beginnings.
Hope diamonds the sky.
I long to dance with starlight
in a tango I’ve never danced
Hipswaying my way across
the galaxy.
Peeling off the last twelve months
like sheets.
The flakes of auld lang syne.
no longer glazing my bowl.
The skeletons of the past
under my feet.
Knowing biography is not fate.
There’s still time for revisions.
My heart quicken by the sun.
My soul renewed.
Bathe in the bright light
of a new year
-Tosha Michelle
😃 your words always make my soul happy.
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Aww thanks C-man.
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A vivid look back at the year. Beautifully penned Tosha. ❤️
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2018 can’t get here quickly enough. Thanks so much ❤️
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thanks ❤️
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❤️You are welcome.❤️
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…”The breath of frost lingers
longer with each passing winter.” Nice!
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Thanks so much
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Loved this one, although you might want to change Carrie’s lyrics from “some brides burned”… Lol Ps. Interested in reviewing my new poetry book?
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Haha. And sure.
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This year’s death… that’s one way to look at it!
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It needs to die! Ha
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Beyond incredible….so elegant and evocative and imaginative!!! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you for reading 💕
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Wow!
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❤️
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I really like this one. It sums up how I currently feel pretty well.
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Aww thanks. Wishing you loads of happiness in 2018.
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My favorite line in this one is the hipswaying across the galaxy. What would be the use of being able to cross the galaxy if you couldn’t do it hipswaying. 💃🏻🌌
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Ha! Exactly. Thank you for reading and commenting xx
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Beautiful poem. I loved the personification of the dying year as a soon to be ghost.
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Thanks so much for stopping by and reading.
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Hope for a better year, a better tomorrow or future always keeps us going. I like your last line especially it ends the poem so well, “bathing in the bright light of the knew year.” Perhaps a chance to do well?
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Thanks so much. We’ll never stop hoping or striving xx
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💕
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Beautiful post. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by 💕
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I really loved the poem!
I recently have been reading about death extensively.
This article on death being an awakener helped me a lot to deal with the one thing that binds all of us together – death
http://www.shrimadrajchandramission.org/pujya-gurudevshri/pearls-of-wisdom/death-the-awakener-2110.htm
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Thank you for the link x
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