Ode to Grass Stains and Wildberries

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We create our own joy.
Come roll around with me
in the grass til our
clothes are stained.
Til the clouds turn violet.

Let’s eat ice cream under
the stars and hold each other
until the restlessness dissipates.
Tonight let’s not battle the hardwood floors,
the laundry chute, or the dishes.

Let’s defy gravity, monotony,
the drudgery of life.
Throw away the map.
Let’s find another way.
Eat the wild berries.
Live on the breeze.
Amp up the brightness of
the moon.
Who cares if the universe
complains?

Let’s create a language
that fits us, in a land
of pine cones and sage.
Red dress on the ground
where desire stays.

Nouns infused with passion
tongue, earlobes, necks..
Shuttering hands, quivering bodies.
The sentences of ourselves.
Infinitives, unearthing new verbs
and their allure.

Upgrading our love
to a window seat in first
class.

Rethinking how.
Reordering now.

-Tosha Michelle

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127 thoughts on “Ode to Grass Stains and Wildberries

  1. LOVE THIS! There would be too much to quote in the comment but so much spoke to me πŸ™‚

    Remembering a night long,long ago when I really did get grass stains on my pristine white clothes in the throws of passion!

    Gorgeous, gorgeous writing, Tosha!

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    1. Oh gosh, the comment brings to mind a very funny story…many years ago a good friend of mine decided to spice up her marriage by bringing some whipped cream into the bedroom….after an hour of fun with it both her and her husband started smelling something rancid and it took them a moment to figure out that it was the remnant of licked whipped cream fermenting on their hot bodies!

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  2. I’ve always admired the sensuality of your writing, and especially your bold nature to not stray from from such taboos (or so they tell us, right?) I love that you’re not afraid and are comfortable in your own skin.

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      1. It is a pleasure to “get you.” I can certain relate to the struggle to find myself and then being that person. It’s still something that plagues me. It pains me every day. Like you said, I’m a work in progress, but aren’t we all? Thank you for letting us know that it’s okay to be ourselves.:)

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      2. Thank you for understanding me. And you’re right about what you said before: it’s hard to imagine you being afraid of pretty much anything, which only goes to show just how hard you’ve worked to better yourself and your situation, and the importance of this. God bless your heart! It means so much that YOU also get ME. ((((Hugs))))

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      3. Thanks for thinking I’m a bad ass. Ha-ha. All we can do it keeps striving and moving forward. Wishing you a peaceful evening. It’s always a pleasure to interact with you. xoxo

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      4. It’s always a pleasure to converse with you and get to know you better, too! May your evening be blessed and fruitful. You’re most welcome.:) Yes, we must keep believing and moving forward.

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      5. Believe me, we are all “works in progress”….that is part of what makes us human and inspires our life’s journey ….to discover who we really are….warts and all….accept that….and let go and strive for being kind, peaceful and fulfilling the destiny that came to pass when we were first born (at least that is how I see it πŸ™‚ !!)

        Have a wonderful weekend, Tosha!

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      6. You and Dustin have inspired me:

        A Work In Progress-

        I am a work in progress,
        part of what makes me human,
        inspiring my life’s journey
        as I discover who I truly am,
        With my imperfections and shortcomings.
        I accept them all
        then let them go
        as I strive for peace and kindness,
        fulfilling the destiny that came into existence
        the day I was born.

        -Sunny Day

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      1. Ohhhh, yes I’ve recovered now. haha. Thank you so much Tosha. I’m so sorry of the delay in responding. My mother-in-law was here and my husband just traveled to Lebanon yesterday. It was pretty rushed here for a few days.
        Hope you had a wonderful weekend.
        πŸ™‚

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  3. Inspirational!

    Magnets Sonnet I

    We sweat together like delicate chocolate.
    The comfortable wrap of ancient money fails to
    Freshen a purple Iris. “Would summer boil a
    Luscious petal language?” “Only in Peru.”

    We conglomerate with threads forgetting friends.
    The furniture designer conspired with unknown
    Budding chiropractors. “Does singing
    Interrupt suburban plight? “Only in Italy.”

    Let my moment whisper through the raw heaves.
    The guard allows no images of love beyond
    Revolving doors, demented. “Would Sitler
    Score in time to save our fate?” “Only in Toronto.”

    We conspire against the grind, inspiring unseen art.
    The joker who still wears hats all year round
    Inspires another line: no hate. “Does smelling
    Take the place like food of touch?” “Only in Peru.”

    We sweat together like delicate chocolate.
    “Would summer boil a luscious petal language?”

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  4. We’ve woven a web, you and I,
    attached to the world, for no matter
    how long, inscribed, though poorly, for
    scant eyes, still, as bright a love aura as
    has ever glowed, tightly wound around
    our hearts, yet soaring miles above
    Moodung’s fog to warm cold February.
    Sparks fly off a round-rock fire rarely seen
    in these parts. We laugh, it feels like we
    shouldn’t be here on a cold winter night,
    just a few meters from trails so packed
    during the day. This charge will never
    leave. We’ve marked this space but must
    go to where the stars shine, deer run, art springs.
    Keep my heart in your brain, words in your hair.
    Matched lifelong yearning bursts in my hand,
    fluorescent. Quick, pack what you need, let’s
    flee! live life in the positive zone, expand
    what we enjoy together, bound by the luck
    that brought us this far. Where to next?

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  5. Well that looks ridiculous!! I sent tried to send the first comment and it said I hadn’t so then sent the second, almost identical, comment. And now you have to and I look I’m stalking you! Fanks, WordPress, ya goons!

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  6. Running around like a loon. My daughter’s birthday and new year. Took a biiiiig cake for my baby. Couldn’t stay because she is studying hard for an exam in a week and has ditched new year and birthday until she passes. Bless her commitment! You having fun I hope. X

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      1. She will, I have little doubt.
        Bless her, she just sent a text apologising for having to work!
        She has a five thousand word thesis on neuro science and the essay exams.
        Very proud.
        Thank you for you lovely words.
        What do you have planned for the eve?

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      2. I don’t think my brother hates me; he’s for god knows what reason highly competitive for both parents love and that spoils him sometimes. Especially as I don’t think about those things. He’s a meathead strongman and is polar opposite to me.
        Now my sister on the other hand may hate.
        I feel sorry for her.
        There is a lot to be said about being different.
        Happy new year! It’s twelve here.

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  7. Well I love the poem, and I love how you’ve moved from nature to grammar, making all these intricate connections and allusions. I think I’m right when I say that you have your headphones on and a song playing each time you write. I do that, and whatever ends up on the page depends on what I’m listening to. If it’s the introspective brooding of AIC, then it’s going to be angst-ridden, but there are times when I tune in to something different!

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      1. Almost 2018. Is that a subtle allusion to my last post or is that serious. Think-rethink-blink-re-blink is what I do now. And indecisions reverse decisions and decisions start a stream of indecisions. Yeah music makes my mind go in all sorts of directions. It’s a cigarette, a little coffee and then a book and a song before the words spill on a page. And you’re welcome.

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