So many things in life are temporal,
even friendship and love
Yet we never stop searching for
someone to hold onto when the
streets flood and our peace
becomes a distant shore.
We still love, love even when
we have no boat and are left
with one cracked paddle.
We remember times better
The days of umbrellas
and raincoats
Splashing in the mud.
The days before
the river overflowed
The backyard deep with
water and regret.
Sunken hope and sunflowers
crushed
We recall only the beauty
of an embrace,
the lovely cadence of
heartfelt laughter.
We find a bittersweet solace
in the pain of two souls divided
Tossed in different directions.
We wonder why we were
chosen to live
this life and not another.
Why do foundations slide?
Why do rivers flood?
Then left with the morning after,
we know we must put our
questions aside, understanding
that enduring loss sometimes
is the only way to start over
We clean up, rebuild.
taking note of the
sunshine and bright skies
And if we’re lucky we finally
find the warmth that’s meant
only for us.
-Tosha Michelle
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Great poem, is that photo Liverpool looking from New Brighton?
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Thanks so much. Yes, good catch. The photo was taken by Peter Carr. It’s a wonderful capture
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I am from the Wirral and my grandparents lived in New Brighton so I know that view well.
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Aww that’s lovely. It looks like a stunning view. I’ve never been to that part of England.
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Beautifully written Tosha. 💙
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Thanks so much💕
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You’re very welcome 💙
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..”And if we’re lucky we finally
find the warmth that’s meant
only for us.” Nice…
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Thanks sweet lady. I wanted to end un a positive note. I believe it too. Hope you are well and creative as ever. 💕💕
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I always try for happy endings… which happens when one accepts whatever happens and go on with love, if only the memories of love..
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That’s such a lovely thought. I agree. It’s about finding peace with what was and what is.
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This is s fine tribute to the folks suffering the natural disasters. Rebuild , it takes strength and a little help.
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Definitely. The flooding was so parts of NC and SC 💕
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It seems so many people are being hit with natural disasters, we have to help however we can! 💕
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I agree. There’s just so much devastation
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy. Pass-on.
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💕💕💕
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Wonderful and needed words dear Tosha.
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Thanks so much. Appreciate the kindness 💕
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You are welcome dear Tosha.
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💕💕💕
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wonderful said! Kind regards from the old world😊👍🙋
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Thanks so much 💕
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What a sweet poem on what it means to build again after disaster and come out with warmth inside.
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Thanks so much
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thanks so much
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You are very graciously welcome so much. I hope that you enjoyed getting your feet wet.
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😌💕
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😌💕😌💕😌💕😌💕
P.S. I may be headed to southern West Virginia next month.
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That’s great. I hear it’s pretty there.
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So touching and beautiful. Nice pictures too
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Thanks so much 💕
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Amazingly written.. ❤
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Certainly. Thanks so much.
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It’s my pleasure Tosha
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💕
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