The ones I love,
and have been
blessed to keep,
are sleeping
as night’s low
pitch hums slowly
fades.
I walk along the lake
with only the birds
to keep me company.
The clouds sticky,
but devoid
of cotton candy,
offer no sweetness.
I move through stony colors,
a stillness in my
soul.
The water churns,
dark froth travels
in its wake.
I cry for some
inexplicable reason.
Through my tears,
I stare out into
the silence,
and think of those
who make me the happiest.
And then I wonder
about those
who have come
and gone.
The ones I have lost,
lost loves, lost friends,
a litany of history.
Memories reclaim
me for a moment.
Has life carried
them where they
want to be?
Does the dusty world
ever taunt them, too?
Do they ever
wonder why time
offers no explanation
for grief and regret?
Do they ever weep
because whatever
we’re made of,
we can never alter
the ticking clock’s
hands.
I hope that there’s
a table set somewhere
for them, and morning kisses
to greet them.
The past opens quickly,
but recedes just as
fast.
I pick a dying
wild flower from its
sidewalk home,
just as a boat
heads off into the gray,
brushed stroke
of the mist.
A lone crow
plummets toward it,
like granite.
The first faint orange
spot appears in the
sky.
Lifting my chin to the sun,
to brightness.
I discard the unbreathable,
dizzy smell of nostalgia.
I bathe in the now,
and wash my soul
in today’s syllables
Thankful for what was,
but even more grateful
for those that remain
I know without them,
the air would taste
like nothingness.
Standing on the bridge
in the space between
yesterday and today.
I walk back toward
the scent of nectar,
of happiness
Eating up the sunshine
while I still can.
-Tosha Michelle
wow – your words on each line is like a melody…beautiful!
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Thanks so much. Means a lot
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That’s such a beautiful post ☺️
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Thank you!
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Always ☺️
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❤️❤️❤️
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Too many great lines to quote even a couple
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Thank you kindly.
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Wonderful Tosha, one of your best I think! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks so much. Hope you had a really great weekend
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Thanks, yes I did! 😀
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I’m glad
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It was a bit mad and crazy, traveling and drinking with old friends, a bit more frantic than your poem, but still, sometimes its good to jump thru a few hoops, tho I adore the “stillness” of your soul – you’re everything a real Southern Belle should be! 🙂
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Aww shucks. Bats eyelashes at you. Sounds like a fun weekend
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank you kindly
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You are very graciously welcome kindly.
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Sometimes I have a short attention span. Until I read you Tosha, then I want to read every word twice. Wonderful they are!
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That’s such a compliment. Thank you.
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Mega smile!
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❤️
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Wish I could click a “love” button, because I loved this!
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Aww thanks Melissa
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I relate to this:
“Through my tears,
I stare out into
the silence,
and think of those
who make me the happiest.”
I know this feeling too well and know exactly what these feelings entail.
My favorite of yours and love everything I read about this.
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Aww thanks Charlie
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You welcome Tosha, gosh! I miss you. 🙂
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Aww. Miss you too
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Beautifully Written! Loved it.
Hey, this is the link to my blog, a beautiful journey of two young souls.
rb147forever.wordpress.com
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Very beautiful!
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Thanks Michelle 💕
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wow..your poem feels like a song having a beautiful story 🙂 🙂
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Thanks so much. Happy Sunday
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
FROM HER HEART….
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Thanks 💕
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