This one goes our to my lovely friend Andrew aka The Lonely Author. I know he’ll be able to relate to this post. If you aren’t following him, check out his poetry here:
http://thelonelyauthorblog.wordpress.com/
Andrew is a gifted writer and newly single. Ladies, if you like your guys romantic, masculine, creative, emotionally available, loyal, and considerate, he’s the total package with a backstage pass.
I’ve been besotted with chocolate.
I’ve been confused
by broccoli.
I’ve been stung by hornets,
but still I stirred the nest.
I’ve tripped over my mangled
spirit walking the narrow way.
I’ve prayed with fervor.
I’ve sinned with grace.
I’ve courted darkness.
I’ve loved the light.
I’ve questioned the sun.
Its answers reflected back
in the hourglass.
I’ve remembered to thank the academy of monotony:
laundry, vacuuming, dusting.
I’ve had it all: the sky, the finicky moon, the unfolded map.
I’ve got lost in a roundabout,
trying to navigate my mind.
I’ve lived well in unsettled hues.
I’ve been Saturday, Sunday,
and Monday.
I’ve tasted ash, eaten roses,
demanded a life of flames.
I’ve been a lunatic and lover.
I’ve been the Patron Saint
offering my protection.
I’ve been Judas,
freely spending the silver.
I’ve nearly drowned in the past’s harsh syllables.
I’ve held a grudge.
I’ve forgiven.
I’ve found a second soul.
I transcribe it in chaos and peace.
My heart circumventing the paradox.
I’ve learned how to rearrange the letters of myself in a sentence that fits.
Casting away yesterday’s syntax.
Coming unmoored.
I move toward clarity’s
swinging door as fast as
a sip through a straw.
I make my getaway.
The quarrel with myself over.
I stand at attention,
dust free.
I’ve survived.
-Tosha Michelle
Happy Saturday. I saw where Katharine McPhee was engaged to David Foster and it reminded me of this song. Really liked it back in the day. Catchy tune. Hey, whatever happened to Taylor Hicks? This post brought to you by the year 2007 and a short blonde with an adorable face 😜xx
“Moving on and it’s my time. You never were a friend of mine. Hurt at first, a little bit But now I’m so over I’m so over it”
I am not she.
The view is not the same.
I sit by roses but don’t
see the thorns.
Even after all these years,
still full of the blush
of wonder
My air is warm, fragrant.
My heart speaks of
watercolor nights and
a breathless yearning.
I’m wild for you, but not
afflicted. I recite charms
through verse and song
by a bending light.
I speak in sunlight even
when the cumuli
starts to gather. Lying
face down in the grass.
Hope imprinted on my cheek.
My heart bleeds in syntax.
Just a gleaming of my
streaming soul. Writing what
touches me best.
Love. Fear. Happenstance.
A trembling mind.
The punctuation peppered
with sea salt and caramel.
I steadfastly sit by the ocean
as the boats drift away.
I choose to contend with the
wind. Making a symphony
with the air.
Chopin playing against
the elements and tide.
Never just a passing note,
or a mere flash of a melody
burning or receding.
Here the pitch rings a psalm
of stormy serenity, a
rain-cleansed sun in a
perpetual state of grace.
The perverse strength
of fragility and hazel eyes.
-Tosha Michelle
My cover of “Almost Lover”
https://m.soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/almost-lover
Have a great 4th ❤️
Happy Saturday, lovely ones. Tucker (the rock star cat) and I were listening to Adele last night, when the tune below came on, he crawled up in my lap. It made me laugh. I have a weird sense of humor. Here’s thr song. One of my favorites. Might do a cover of it one of these days. I’d have to be feeling really brave or really drunk though. Ha! Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
“I will leave my heart at the door
I won’t say a word
They’ve all been said before you know
So why don’t we just play pretend
Like we’re not scared of what’s coming next
Or scared of having nothing left”
Sometimes we just have to
tap our foot at the life we have
like we would to a familiar tune.
Sometimes there seems to
be a halfway point between
where you’ve been and where
you want go. But you’re stuck
on the side of the road where
the landscape looks dead, but
still you find some pretty in the trees
and that song in your head.
You sing full-lunged as you
toe tap down the highway.
And for a moment it doesn’t matter
what came before or what came after.
You don’t think about where you live
or where supper comes from.
You aren’t concerned with hunger or restlessness.
You just keep going forward, windswept and hope kept,
all too ready to be struck by something reckless,
something mad. Something so intensely hot
it could strike you dead.
-Tosha Michelle
What happens in the chamber
of a narrow mind?
Does the air grow thin?
Does the dim light flicker?
What would happen if
a door opened?
If they dared to look beyond it? If they viewed the world as it is, cracked but not broken?
If they acknowledged not only voices that speak with the loudest inflections, but those small voices that bend?
Imagine if they saw liberty as
not just a ruse but something
that belongs to everyone?
The axis of the Earth not
just them, but you and me too.
-Tosha Michelle
And on an unrelated music note.
A video of yours unruly feeling a bit unwell but always goofy. Also a song just because
If there’s one thing I love almost as much as poetry it’s dresses. Today I give you my fashion sense and a song. New poem coming soon. 💕 Happy Sunday y xx
And one of my favorite songs
“Come on, and we’ll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on, and we’ll try, one last time
I’m off of the floor one more time to find you’
