Afternoon Annunciations


Life’s afternoons pass quickly
The buzz. The bark. The lilies.
Take notices of these things.
Eat the pear. Find meaning in the sea, the clouds, the elms.
Listen to the song of the birds,
the solitaires, the chamber music of the air.
Know sometimes the sky will
darken, but eventually the overcast grey will lighten.

Take the long way home.
Crown yourself with constellations.
Lounge under the grand oak.
Don’t be afraid to walk toward
the cliff’s edge.
If you fall, find the lesson in
a halo broken.

Bend close to the curves of ears of those you love, tell them how much you care. If words dissolve on your tongue,
give them the warmth of your arms instead.

Believe in the call notes of
your heart. Store up the
soul’s rubies and sapphires.
Drink up all the moonlight
you can.
Be more than just a stray wind.
While you’re alive, live
have faith in the possibilities,
the thorns, the rosehip, and
the ever changing pitch of
afternoons well spent.

-Tosha Michelle

Oh and….

And….. 

And lastly,

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Dear Female 


Better to be alone than devalued.
There’s beauty in soliloquies too.

Sometimes your optic nerve will trick you into thinking you’re falling into the soft cotton of him, only to discover it was wool instead.

If you do find a comfortable place to rest. Treat him like your favorite chocolate or mixed metaphor.

Kiss him often and don’t fear the heat of the scald. Let him read the face of your soul.

Remember, better to be a beloved lover than just a lover.

Be brave and risk climbing star laced trellises. Eat the wild raspberries.

Honey and milk under the tongue should always be spiced with peppermint and truth.

You can do better or worse.

There will be seasons of weeping willows and years of cherry trees. Savor them.

So called friends are like your favorite cereal, easy to find.

Real friends more like magic seeds but if found, can grow oak trees that will anchor your city for a lifetime.

Don’t be afraid to strike a match but expect your thumb to get burnt.

The easy way out ends on the last train to nowhere.

Trust is the taste of sunshine but know lightening is always poised to strike, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth.

Forgive anyway

No matter what your age, it’s never too late to compose yourself in the stardust and consort with the sky. You define the view.

Hold onto the roses, crushed a little each year, they’ll become the attar of you. Recognize their fragrant worth.

Don’t wear out your voice calling for someone who doesn’t answer.

Leaves always depart. Let them go.

Refuse to dwell in an asylum of your own making. Tear it down and use the ruins to build a retreat

Don’t be afraid to forge mountains bare-handed and trees bareheaded.

Always dream like a kite gliding over a serene landscape, but be aware of diseased branches out to snare you.

A million flowers bloom inside of you. Let them spill out onto the pages of the world.

-Tosha Michelle

Dawn

We are always in the midst
of letting go of something
or someone.
Untying knots
Finger by finger.

Watching as the leaf whirls
in the wind across the grass
into the air.
The sky opaque resists.

We keep searching for
what might have been,
not realizing the beauty in
what is or could be.

The scent of his cologne.
The strong arm around
your shoulder.
His finger around a lock
of your hair.
The uninterrupted gaze that
you missed while your eyes
were on another.

The gift of rapt attention.
You finally see the light’s
transformation in the beauty
of his eyes.
Looking back no more at
the unintended one.
Just a imitation you
mistook as real.
Only stars in your head
after a fall.

The possibilities of love
become endless when
there’s hope of being love
in return
The eve of a new beginning
Giving birth to the life
you were meant to live.

-Tosha Michelle

How to be an Expert at Life

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If you can’t leap
then fall.

Correlate. Equate.
Arrange. Rearrange
Be an apprentice of the years.

Sometimes breathing is in the
spinning as the still world passes.

It not the heavens that matter,
but how you soar through them.

Teach your broken spirit
how to navigate landmines.

Remember that yesterday is just as
relentless as tomorrow.

Your griefs and sorrows are not
the worst of griefs and sorrows.

Find hope in pain. The new pain,
the old pains that returns.

Teach your heart to be sensitive
to the music of your bones.

Don’t be afraid to tear your
skin away and begin again.

Don’t become immune to
the overwhelming.

Listen to your nude soul’s intuition
Let your mind await instruction.

Don’t concern yourself with the
breakable dawn.

Use your talents, the seeding
of grain to nurture survival.

You are the boat, the canopy,
the light, the decree.

Remember the eternal sleep,
the erasure, always lurks
in the shadows,
ready to loosen souls
and carry us toward some
unspecific light.

Life is all in the choosing.
Come September, come
December, then April
For today, choose to live.
Choose to be.

-Tosha Michelle

Sanity 

You have to let go of what is hurting you. You can’t keep rewriting the same story, especially when the ending never changes. There’s only so many revisions you can make. Some stories weren’t meant to have a happy ending, some stories were meant to be left incomplete
Sometimes you have to find the courage to put the old narrative away and write a new story.
Have a great weekend everyone 💕

And then the Frost Came

The clouds drank in ravens
making the pines lucid.
His shadow fell beneath
the sky. If she listened
closely, she could hear
his melodic cadence
delivering soliloquies
adrift on the wind.

He as he was
She as she became
wake. Aware.
Taking color and form.
Both somewhere between
what was there.
What’s not there. (What
was never there)

Someone you think you 
remember and can’t
quite forget.
Lost mail belonging on someone
else’s kitchen table.

The parenthesis enclosed.
No comma, no pauses.
Time takes away. Gone
in an instant particles
of the past.

She stays.
(She can’t stay)

Tired from this slow
burning off of yesterday.
That which was lost (never was)
will not become again.

She always thinks she
see gleams of him,
The one she thought
she knew,
glimpsed and then gone.

The heart can only be
deceived for so long.
The stem decimated,
drowning in crushed rose petals.
No longer powerless
to the storm.

Wind that never really
blew for her.
Easier now to withstand
His presence merely less,
but no longer wholly more.

His shadow falling,
falling into dust.
The only sound she
hears in this moment is her
voice turning into
an early frost.

To every poem there is
a time and season.
Seasons that coagulate
into lost years,
time wasted.

In this one, she scourges
the past with lyrical ease
The breeze no longer
contradicting itself.

Her pen drops ink
of ice, no longer
pointing to the sky.
The view always distorted
anyway. The final chapter
written. She no longer
cares about heart revisions. 

-Tosha Michelle

Love

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She tries it on,
like a dress
She twirls
in the mirror.

It’s beautiful and
compliments her form.
Gloved fit
She knows this is the one

She can’t wait to take
it home, but then
she notices the hem
unraveling.

And how restrictive
it is around the chest.

The way the color
seems to mock her cool tones.

She sighs.
So much for
the right fit.

She rips it off.
Her skin comes too.

-Tosha Michelle