A Mindful Poem 

Published on by Tosha Michelle


In the brief tranquil reprieve
just before dust.
You don’t notice how
high the wind is
or the bitter in the cold

The night may carry a
satchel of bramble.
But for now you close
your eyes and listen to
the music of the air.

Focusing on the amber length
of the hour.
Your dormant heart made
melodic like a harp touched
by skilled hands

You realize you deserve more
than shuttering light and
shifting shadows. 

You who are besotted with
the fever of a waltz
And moonlit rivers
on the way to sea.

No matter how awkward your
gait, you know grace is
found in a soul that won’t
be nettled and a mind
made beautiful by the swarm
of fireflies.

You, this lady and warrior
who gets by on Southern
charm and the rhythm of
a drum that beats in three-quarter time.
Here. where prim
and proper meets sas and grit.

You who are singularity lovely
but hideous too.
A mess of colors, hungry
You refuse to live a sepia life.

For a moment as you watch
the sun set, you don’t dwell
on failed arithmetic or Dostoevsky
and his sullen things.

Instead, you reflect on the wonder
of aliveness and compose yourself
in a poem, composure found in a view
redefined . You rearrange the disquieting
into a sliver canopy of serenity.
Finding peace in your eccentricity.

-Tosha Michelle

My latest cover-Sign of the Times with a little Human thrown in

70 thoughts on “A Mindful Poem ”

  4. That is beautiful…and cheating 😀
    Great power can be expressed in speaking…but singing goes a whole new level. The power within it can bring tears, happiness and even a dozen other emotions, simply because it is the heart behind it. Love has great power and strength. Now hug yourself with that lovely sound…it can heal anything ❤ 😀

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  7. “…Instead, you reflect on the wonder
    of aliveness and compose yourself
    in a poem, composure found in a view
    redefined . You rearrange the disquieting
    into a sliver canopy of serenity.
    Finding peace in your eccentricity.”
    Here, once again, the “Tosha touch”… (I also loved the …”A mess of colors, hungry
    You refuse to live a sepia life.”)

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  19. The Oxford dictionary had to help me a lot to comprehend this poem… Such good vocabulary!
    Anyways, I try and write poetry too. Check it if interested at ahdeo.wordpress.com .

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