Tag: poetry

Windswept

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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

All I Ask

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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”

Turn It Up

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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 If?

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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.  

Nothing to Lose

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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’

The Good Stuff 

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“We’re like Romeo and Juliet
We’re like 40 dogs; cigarettes
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet, but will
And I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be living ever after, happily”

Shadow Dancing

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Sometimes we have
to move beyond the full
length mirror, the curled
hair, the made up face,
the audience waiting
for a grand illusion.
We’re all an imperfect play,
hoping someone will take
note of the things we leave
out. See beyond the war paint
and hot iron, and find enchantment
in a confusing plot. We want someone
to love our secrets, our darker selves as they
tumble off the stage, stained
crimson from the fall, to love
our grief, our less than moments
where we dance over our own shadow, into chaos.
Someone who’d traded their own conflicts
and essentials with us, take our hand,
pull us up, and show us something generous,
pure and beautiful.

Incomplete, but together we
walk into the night,
all our bitter truths in the wind.
We journey on, our own fallen civilization
of happenstance romance. Finally, understanding
this is love, this is love the way the broken do it.

-Tosha Michelle

The Liebster Award 

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I haven’t participated in the WP awards in ages, but having been nominated by the wonderful and inspiring…
https://emergingfromthedarknight.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/the-liebster-award/
I felt I couldn’t refuse. Please check out this amazing blog.

Oh to participate you :

Shake the hand of the person who nominated you with gratitude, providing a link to their blog.

Provide answers to the 11 questions they gave you.

List 11 fun facts about yourself.

Here goes 

1. If you were granted one wish what would it be? This sounds so trite and beauty contestant silly, but world peace. There’s just so much chaos and hate out there , it would be lovely to live in a world without both.

2. What is your favourite season and why? Fall. It’s just a magical time of year. The air almost sparkles. I swear I’m not drunk… yet. Kidding 

3. Have you ever had your heart badly broken? By whom? A few times and always by people I loved dearly. I guess that’s why they call it heart broken. The wonderful thing is there’s usually something better in stone for us. No sense holding on to something that hurts you. Love the people who love you.  They’re the ones who matter. 

4. What makes you cry? Aside from heartbreak, everything . Ha! Injustices, sappy movies, songs, every time I consider who the president is. 

5. What makes you laugh? My family, friends, Jom Stewart, my morning mirror self..

6. What person inspires you most on your journey of life and why? My parents. I can’t pick just one They’re both amazing people who never back down   They have taught me so much and passed on a love for reading, music and nature 

7. Who is your favourite author? F. Scott Fitzgerald. He had such a lyrical style 

8. What is your favourite food? Spaghetti   Yum!

9. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? I’d be less critical of myself  

10. What is your most treasured possession and why? My sanity. Ha! I have a few special items that I hold dear.

11. What do you think the most important quality in a person is? Loyalty and kindness. Again, I couldn’t pick just one.🙂

11 Facta About Me

1. I love anything vintage 

2. My mom almost named me Suki

3. I’m random and prone to break into a song at odd times 

4, My celebrity crush is James Purefoy 

5. I’m a fast reader. I usually read 3 books a week 

6. I’m clumsy but not clueless 

7. When I was a child, my nickname was Jabber Jaws

8. Despite that, I am an introvert, prone to bouts of shyness and social anxiety.

9. My favorite song is “Falling Slowly” 

10. I have no time for shallow minded, fickleness. 

11. I currently have these lyrics stuck in my head, British accents and all “We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control.”

And now…

Provide a list of your own 11 questions.

Nominate 11 other bloggers by providing links to their blogs.
I can’t pick just 11 bloggers so this is for anyone who would like to participate.

Here goes:

1. If you were a mixed drink, what would you be?
2. What’s the theme song of your life?
3. How would you define yourself in three words?
4. What got you into blogging?
5. If you could only look at one cityscape for the rest of your life, which would it be?
6. Coke or Pepsi?
7. What does your perfect day look like?
8. Favorite song?
9. What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever heard?
10. How would you define love?
11. What’s the best advice someone has ever given you?