Knackered

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I must awaken from my slumber
It seems a torturous spell has pulled me under
And I wonder, can I escape this villainous curse?
What on earth could really could be worse?
I’m either wasting time by making that choice
Or blatantly choosing to sleep away my voice
Neither sound very good to me
Could someone please come and pull me free?

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Inspired by the painting, Hendrickje sleeping, by Rembrandt.

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A Peeping Poet

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It’s a crisp fall morning
As she carefully dips her toes
There’s a hidden alcove there
Where nobody goes

The water is calm
So very peaceful and serene
And she washes discreetly
Mindful she isn’t seen

A sudden splash and ripple
Quickly catch her attention
And she shields her breasts
In modest apprehension

But it’s only just a loon
Seeking out its prey
And her fear subsides
As the majestic creature flies away

Back to her bathing
She becomes lost in introspection
So she bends down slowly
To look at her reflection

She sees a stubby little nose
With wide blue eyes
And there’s a small pointy chin
Which she’d like to disguise

Her blurred image
Stares back for quite awhile
And something about it
Suddenly makes her smile

She lets out an embarrassed giggle
After realizing she’s been seen
She happens to notice a poet
Has come upon the scene

I’m so sorry I reply
To disturb you in the nude
I wanted to capture the moment
Even though I see it was rather rude

Please go on with your bathing
And I’ll return from where I came
And next time I see you
I’ll try my best to refrain

© 2018 Michelle Cook


The Painting is, September Morn.  By Paul Émile Chabas

Eager Advancements

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She’s the kind that seeks attention
From men of all sorts
Just watch her for a few minutes
And see the way she cavorts

It’s really quite revolting
The way she digs her claws in
And all those poor unsuspecting men
Nobody knows what’s happened to them

It’s funny because I notice her
Day after day after day…
She seems annoying as hell
And just won’t go away

She’s the kind of woman
Who only speaks with the guys
I shiver at the thought
Of what’s underneath her disguise

Maybe she’s actually quite decent
I could have it all completely wrong
Maybe she’s a real sweet lady
And I’ve been oblivious all along

I suppose I’ve come to the conclusion
That I’ll never really know anything for certain
But I do know one thing
She’s obnoxious when she’s flirtin

And last but not least
Her eager advancements leave me quite ill
Too bad I’m not a guy
I might actually enjoy the thrill

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Eager advancements

Blushing brilliance

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She must’ve scaled it
A thousand times
Realizing the risk
Every time she climbed

And yet she continued
To chance the danger
Of facing fears
She was no stranger

For the brilliance beyond
Was all that mattered
As her confidence waned
Her courage was gathered

And at the crest every eve
In front of that dazzling display
Her breath would give out
No words she could say

For amidst the blushing
Splendor of the eve
The grandeur of it all
Was more than any could believe

And so in her mind
It was worth risking the fall
For the worst that could happen
Would mean a forever with it all

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Blushing brilliance

The cobweb cloaked coven

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Pearl was a pistol
Janezza was a jerk
Glenda was a grumpy ol’ git
Who drove everyone berserk

Nilda was the nice one
But Irma drove her insane
And because of Henrietta’s hexes
Neither one now has a brain

Daniella was a devil
And yet she was always liked the best
But mostly only by male devils
Who liked staring at her chest

Wanda was the youngest witch
She’d bring warlocks home each day
But because of her venereal diseases
She could never get any of them to stay

Tilly was the tallest
Until Shirley shot right past
Now they’re both so old they’re shrinking
And wondering how life went by so fast

Lastly there was Lily
The prettiest witch of all
Until one day her wand exploded
Causing bits of her to be strewn across the wall

The cobweb cloaked coven has since retired
Put up their brooms and stored away their wands
And if you ever want to find them
You’ll have to go looking beyond the beyond

But be careful if you go there
For those old biddies they aren’t so sweet
And if you visit them for Halloween
You may just get a trick instead of a treat

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; The cobweb cloaked coven

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

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

Why?

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I pray for random words
To fill this void in my head
But as time slowly passes
My thoughts only feel dead

Expired of emotion
So tired of the drill
Inundated with mindless efforts
Without any thrill

Is this the cost of living
For a future unknown
To sit everyday in silence
Completely alone

One day… one day…
It’ll be for the best they insist
Tell me… tell me…
Then why do I still resist?

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Only you

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Only you can cause such beauty
Through the things you create
And sometimes I forget to look for you
My human side likes to hesitate

How can I deny your existence though
When the day looks like today
It’s easy to see your glory
When you greet me in this way

I don’t need a book or a preacher
To prove these things to me
I find you in the small things
You’re in everything I see

All I have to do is look
And your presence is made known
The miracle of you
Is always so clearly shown

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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

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