As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/maple-leaves-maple-leaves-autumn-690233/
After years of careful collaboration
between architects, artists, and engineers,
the skyline, at last, exploded
in a grand, gridiron fashion.
The smokestacks of the past
all became the skyscrapers of the future.
But, noticeably, nothing ever really changed
except the city’s outer physique.
The conscientious construct
paved the way for future endeavors,
but commercial enterprise
didn’t stand a chance.
Industry rocketed into the future,
but in the end, nobody could hold on.
And we all know the laws of physics
will sadly never change.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/architecture-skyscraper-2256489/
Thank you to my hubby for the writing prompt: Gridiron greatness
*Also, I know he probably expected me to write about football, but sometimes a writer just can’t be swayed. 😉
He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/old-book-small-dandelion-faded-2256073/
It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.
And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.
With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.
But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.
My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.
It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/heart-pink-ribbon-greeting-card-2448640/
I’ve sat here all day,
racking my brain;
with a prompt like this,
I may go insane.
But this is what I’ve been given,
words that will never inspire,
and I’m feeling quite desperate,
might need to conspire.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/wildflower-girl-meadow-pink-1031520/
Writing prompt: Redneck Rodeo and Pink posies
Her Writing Haven 