Hello lovely people. Below is my latest cover. This is dedicated to the dashing and dapper Mr. Modigliani If you aren’t follow him, shame on you. If you enjoy erotic poetry, beautiful art and insightful musings, his weblog is for you and you and you and yes, even you.
https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/
and now for my caterwauling
https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/take-it-easy
and for some real coolness
Borrowing a musical page from my friend. Casey. Have a lovely weekend everyone.
I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that every time I don’t
I almost do,
I almost do.
“Almost Do” Taylor Swift
He makes my heart leap
But i’m so very careful of the rocks
In the distance I see the lush
greenness of the vineyard.
The roots true. The vines ripe
Do I have faith in the landscape?
It still looks abstract from here.
I walk on with my shoes of hope
wearing clear blue skies and a
thawed out soul.
Still I worry about a change in
the weather, falling into a ravine
My spirit like a sacred dare
challenges me to forget my fears,
to journey on deeper into what
could become less or more.
His voice in the distance
permeates my darker self until
all I see is sunlight.
Who can say what dust will bring?
Wine or a cloud spun our of
misguided fate?.
For now the light glimmers
How freeing it is branching
it’s way out into the unknowns.
-Tosha Michelle
They said, “I bet they’ll never make it.”
But just look at us holding on
We’re still together, still going strong
(you’re still the one)
You’re still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You’re still the one I want for life
(you’re still the one)
You’re still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You’re still the one I kiss good night
-Shania Twain lyrics
My cover for The Lonely Author and his wife Allie, Anthony and Jersey girl, John and Terry
When I get tired.
I sometimes wonder
what’s this poetry
thing all about?
What am I writing for?
During these times
I’m usually stuck
in a creative muck,
I still don’t dare
call it a rut.
There’s no food
in the picnic basket
so I eat drudgery instead.
My mouth full of lost time.
I’m so hungry for words
that have run off
with my silk dresses.
I dream of nouns, adjectives,
and verbs, sinking
in a sea of syntax.
I try to dive in
but get stuck in the sand.
I sit along the shore
I wait. As seagulls fly
from under my bed,
my silk dresses hanging
from up above.
I reach for them
while I still can.
-Tosha Michelle
I’ve inhaled tbe spell of honeysuckles
I’ve invented my own fortune,
spinning them into the fabric of my skin.
I leave poems behind for you to read
I sing you songs made of
moonshine and starlight.
The keening of my heart
in every note.
I no longer believe in stories with no endings
but I do believe we create
our own beginnings.
-Tosha Michelle
“Say something, I’m giving up on you
I’ll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere, I would’ve followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you”
My vocal cover of “Say Something” by A Great Big World
You’re always fluttering around.
I watch you, scared you might fall.
I want to lead you to the right song, to the right flowerbed.
Instead I spin in the air. My form lost among the pines.
The light I had to lead us home, long since gone.
Should we follow the glow of the moon?
Sing to the wind? Give it a few days to answer.
Perhaps I should leave my heart in a wicker basket.
Cover myself in morning dew.
Abandon the very thought of you.
-Tosha Michelle
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
Listen to Almost Lover by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud
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