Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/sunflower-flowers-plant-helianthus-4339701/
As spring bleeds into summer,
I know fall will soon usher in,
and the memories of you
will just become more vivid.
This was your season,
the one my dream foretold.
You were happiest here
amongst the acorns
and the cottonwood trees.
And you never missed a chance
to tell me how it was the song
of your heart.
As more memories flood me now,
I wrestle with the wind
as it disrupts my tears;
a cold hand for comfort
is all it can offer my soul.
The light of you
left my path long ago.
But I still see you
in every golden leaf
that glides my way.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/tree-nature-grass-landscape-4339191/
I just want to get lost
in words I can feel,
immerse myself in things
that are anything but real.
No more creepy crud
or boring Elmer Fudd,
I need to escape into a world
that isn’t such a dud.
I want swirling galaxies
to come sweep me off my feet
and imaginative stories
where I can actually feel the heat.
Bring me to exotic places
where anything can exist,
show me all the things
that you know I can’t resist.
Lead me to a world,
one I’ve never known;
let me see your universe
and make it all your own.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gothic-goth-fantasy-cosmos-galaxy-3623555/
Writing prompt: Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd
You were the bent bristles
against my skin,
causing me to rethink
the situation I was in.
Your continuous brushing
left me wanting more;
I could finally see a rainbow
peeking through my door.
The color you displayed
forever touched my heart,
and my world turned so gray
when at last, we had to part.
Sort of like blended bananas
when they’re left out all day,
their pretty yellow hue
turns the color of dismay.
And it’s so very sad
the way we both had to leave;
the mere thought
is still so hard to conceive.
But at long last,
I’m seeing color once again;
my rainbow was always here
nestled deep within.
I think I was holding on
too tight to your light
when all along,
this was really just my fight.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/reflection-woman-silhouette-umbrella-1082159/
Writing prompt: Bent bristles and blended bananas
Pencil topper stew
just wouldn’t do,
but that was all she had
to feed her crew.
So she went to the store
to buy some beans,
but the brand she wanted
were all bursting at the seams.
So she thought for a minute
about what to do
because bursting beans
would need some sort of glue.
The corn looked good,
so she settled on that,
and then she went home
and put it all in a big vat.
By early that evening,
she had an amazing brew,
and even though a tad bit salty,
it was still a hearty stew.
Her kids were all grateful,
and with tummy’s filled to the brim,
they all settled down
to watch some Grimm.
It wasn’t very long
before the kiddies all crashed,
so she nestled them in their beds
while they dreamt of succotash.
Before long, it was her turn
to finally drift away,
catching the midnight train to dreamland;
she was at last gone on a holiday.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/candle-extinguished-smoke-wick-2358276/
Writing prompt: Salty succotash and pencil toppers
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