Nightmarish Newts

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Clouds part
And the shadow’s curse
For each nightmare knows
What’s coming is worse

Since blackest night
May cause fears
But it’s the moon arising
That brings most fears

Hairs prick
As the howling cries begin
And the man in the moon shivers
Losing his grin

For the demon’s call
Is surefooted and true
Be careful and look out
Or the newts may catch you

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Nightmarish newts

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Autumn revelations

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Stretch out your hand
Pull me in
Feel the measure of my love
From where it begins

Set deep in the backdrop
Of a brisk autumn day
My love awaits
And it’s there to stay

Once you grasp hold
Never let go
The boughs may break
But I want you to know

That in this life
You can reach me on a breeze
Always there to comfort
And put you at ease

So don’t ever forget
This promise I give
Now take hold of my hand
And begin to live

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The wonder of inspiration

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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration

Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote

Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory

There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control

And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge

So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Brimstone Brew

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Round the cauldron
They all took turns
Blathering their opinions
Cackling their concerns

A quadrivial group
Gossiping away
Nothing but prattle
In which to say

Their brimstone elixir
Fizzled and bubbled
But after listening to their words
The concoction grew troubled

Then with a sudden eruption
And an unforeseen flash
Those four old biddies
Well they all turned to ash

And all anyone can relay
About that unspeakable day
Is that their beloved potion
Must have had some repressed emotion

A reminder to be careful what you say. 😉

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Brimstone brew

Stolen heart

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Intense longing
Is what I used to feel
For what he took
Was not his to steal

He ran away
My heart in hand
Makes me wonder now
If this was always his plan

Good riddance to you
Is what I now say
I never needed
My heart anyway

For who wants or needs
The potential to be broken
Should have thrown it away
Before it became his token

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Woodland white

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She stumbled upon a forest
Littered with crimson foliage and woodland white
And serenity found her there
Amidst the heavenly glow of the flaxen moonlight

The shadows were oddly comforting
Wrapping her in solace from the branches up high
And as she traversed her way through the verdure
She was awestruck by the moonlit sky

The old spotted owls called out to her
Welcoming her in like a dear old friend
And the peacefulness she found there
Was something she knew she could forever depend

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Woodland white

September sunrise

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Your smile is like a September sunrise
The warmth of it permeates to my very core
And with every amusing expression you give me
I can’t help but want you more

Butterflies appear out of nowhere
Whenever you’re around
And sometimes I’m afraid you’ll disappear
If I dare breathe or make a sound

You’re like a wonderful dream
Seeming too perfect to actually be true
But my hope is that all my September’s
Will now be more resplendent because of you

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: September sunrise

Friends

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They disintegrate like ash
Fluttering away on lofty breezes
I am nothing and they are always something
Something glittery and unattainable
Pieces of a whole that I will never have
Parts of a picture-perfect world that I will never see
There for a split second in time
Then drifting away at warp speed
Friends are often like that
Hold them close while you can

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Leaning towards lazy

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Do you ever just feel
Like you need a day to be lazy
The world keeps on spinning
Driving you crazy

And you just need a moment
To forget your life
Time to free yourself
From the pain, grief, and strife

Is it all too much
To ask for such a day
To let your mind wander
And be free to play

Can you imagine if you had that?
What would you even do?
A whole day to yourself
Could change your whole view

I wonder if any of us
Will ever find out
I’d like so much to hope for it
Rather than doubt

Guess it’s a decision
That we all must make
Should be an easy one
For the sanity of our own sake

I think determination is the key
We must fight for our own time
And regardless of what I think
It shouldn’t be a crime

So I’m voting for a day
To relax, sleep, and play
And I’m wondering…
Will you all join me today?

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The purpose of a book

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Embedded between
Every worn page and fold
Some stories beg to be read
While others just want to be told

Simple black lettering
Has so much to tell
The story’s whole purpose
Is to put you under its spell

Each book can charm
Captivate and delight
Some can bring a smile
While others fill us with fright

But every unique word
Seems to have the same effect
It pushes the reader to learn
And quite often reflect

And by the end of our lives
We’ve shared hundreds more
For each book that we read
Is another life explored

Every story is a vast world
Created by a dream
Filled to the very brim
With secrets bursting at the seams

And I think that I like knowing
That there is always a book to explore
For a chance to live through another’s dream
Is something we should never ignore

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The essence of you…

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The sky
So blue
Wish I could bottle it
For me and you

Each cloud
So still
Like a painting
Seems surreal

The faint breeze
So tender
My heart willing
To surrender

My mind
So enraptured
The essence of you
Beautifully captured

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: The sky so blue, wish I could bottle it for me and you.

I still believe…

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I’ve pondered happiness a million times
And questioned my future all too often.

I’ve wished for a change to bring about fulfillment
And sought greener gardens which are apparently non-existent.

I’ve hoped for a chance to make my life better
And dreamt of a love that could fulfill my wildest dreams.

I’ve waited for contentment in the midst of my tears
And so often I’ve wilted and faded from the effects of my sadness.

I’ve looked for opportunities in the most likely places
And have yet to find what I’ve been looking for.

I’ve been stabbed with daggers of disappointment
And felt the heart-wrenching sensation of a million dreams being ripped from my soul.

I’ve felt jolts of uncertainty hit me on a regular basis
And time has never changed the emptiness felt in my heart.

I’ve spent years dragging my feet on a path that has led to nowhere
And yet I still continue on this journey because I haven’t figured out what else to do.

I’ve lost inspiration and ambition along the way
And found discouragement to be my only true and trusted friend.

I’ve struggled to find meaning throughout the trials of my life
And bitterness still resides within the creases of my heart.

I’ve been unable to look beyond the confines of my shattered existence
And yet somehow I still believe in the life I’m living and have hope for the future.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally Written, December 2016

The Invisible Highway

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Will it make a difference
If I open this book
What would I read
Where would I look?

Will the words guide me
Or show me the way
Does it really make a difference
What I do or what I say?

If it really is a gateway
To a vast world beyond
Why doesn’t anyone
Ever seem to respond?

It’s so dark in here
And the distance seems too far
Am I really just grasping
For a non-existent star?

Where is this highway
The one I’m told exists
Am I just stupid
Or is there something amiss?

So many questions
Where has the truth all gone
Is this story actually factual
Something I can depend upon?

Who can tell me
Will I ever really know
Or is this life I’m living
All just a fabricated show?

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Doubt

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My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain

I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught

And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy

Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret

I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see

Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle

But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Sick

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Buried beneath
Your featherbed cover
Feeling so bad
You hope that you’ll smother

Everything aches
You can’t lift your head
You pray for relief
But just wish you were dead

Slinking to the bath
Nothing matters anymore
As you lay there vomiting
On that cold tile floor

You could easily perish
And you’d be thrilled
For it would end what feels
Like your head being drilled

With your eyes bugging out
You pray for mercy
But none of your friends
Offer murder as a courtesy

And you curse their names
For not offering a way out
While your body heaves
And purges another bout

And you decide if you make it
You’ll never speak to them again
Good thing for everyone
Death takes you in the end

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Inarticulate musings

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A million poems
She attempted to start
For him who was there
Deep in her heart

But words could never capture
All she wanted to say
Every heartfelt thought
Seemed to flutter away

And in the end
She despised her mind
For it just couldn’t convey
All she desperately pined

So she gave up trying
Determined to let go
Of all those hidden words
That her heart didn’t know

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Indisputable beauty

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Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur

Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus

An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?

And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Photo credit:  https://www.wikiart.org/en/vincent-van-gogh/still-life-vase-with-fifteen-sunflowers-1888-1

 

Word Trollops

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Some people are so free
With the words they say
Seems like they enjoy
Giving everything away

And then there are others
Who aren’t so audacious
They understand the cost
Of being too flirtatious

And still there are others
Who abide halfway
We can’t always tell
What they’re meaning to say

I personally like the ones
Who are somewhere in between
It’s always fun to guess
What they really mean

© 2018 Michelle Cook

 

Defenseless

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The burden he bore
Gave no time for refute
He’d been given a job
One could not dispute

And poor Lady Jane
In her ashen condition
Seemed far beyond
Any hope of volition

Not a single wish
Could change her fate
The course was set
Her breath too late

And the Lady in wait
Sorrowfully reclined
Pearls in hand
No peace of mind

The room stood still
As time captured the end
Poor Lady Jane
Not a soul would defend

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Photo credit:  https://www.wikiart.org/en/paul-delaroche/the-execution-of-lady-jane-grey-1833

 

Purple Plasma

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I managed to lose him in the purple fog
Against a dull gray view
He’d been sullen all day long
And suddenly withdrew

Without a single cognitive word
His mind trailed away from me
And there he still sits catatonic and drooling
In front of his most cherished plasma sea

© 2018 Michelle Cook



For a month of writing prompts, click here; Purple plasma

Coffin Candy

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She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet

Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required

But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden

One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Coffin Candy

Consumed

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He sits there watching me
From high above that frosty hill
Each blink and nod sends shivers
Caused by him, not winter’s chill

His tawny piercing stare
Is intimidating and intense
Those massive moon eyes
Cause my body to tense

I realize with just one move
I could be made a satisfying snack
So I begin to scurry away
Not even daring to look back

Unfortunately this is my reality
And I know I’ve now been beaten
Because I’m just a poor field mouse
Who has now been served and eaten

© 2018 Michelle Cook