Overthinking…

Sometimes our minds
deceive us,
thoughts oft spilling over
as introspection takes flight.

Our minds tend to steal
our boxes,
those fancy ones filled
with practical reasoning.

Our minds can be
negligent and hurried,
blundering through the day,
then seizing up at night.

Our minds are uniquely etched
with thoughts and desires,
each personal contemplation
deliciously our own.

Our minds can get lost
in the depths of depravity
or swing gracefully to the side
of decency and honor.

Our minds are full of reflections,
ideas, and wonder,
serving as a haven
for the things we must hide.

Our minds can be enigmatic
or effortlessly understandable,
typically only ever failing us
if we give away our control.

And sometimes, we obsess
and overthink because we’re human,
forgetting that our minds
have a mind of their own.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Wonder and wild

We get ourselves up,
and the magic begins;
stretching for miles,
inspiration spins.

Winding its way
from shore to shore,
sorcery floods pages
with creativity galore.

None can get enough,
so we suck it all in,
not a single word
goes in the bin.

Ideas flow freely,
our pages complete;
every word written
a mesmerizing treat.

Images spill out
on thirsty pages;
hungrily, we feed
as momentum rages.

The mind a playground,
every heart, a child;
the results of a writer
full of wonder and wild.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Ignored

Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved
.

Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.

Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.

Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.

Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Midsummer’s day

There’s magic to be found
on this midsummer day;
quiet reflections prevent it
from skittering away.

Gilded rays of light
affectionately dance;
it seems almost as if the sun
is looking for romance.

The rippling river responds,
flowing joyously round the bend,
sweeping along sparkling waters
which seem eager to descend.

Dainty green grasses dot
the edges of the stream,
always the perfect place
to curl up and dream.

Breath held deep,
eyes shut good and tight,
yet even behind closed lids,
the sun still shines so bright.

The larks seem unbothered,
flying straight overhead,
collecting more fluff
for their soft downy beds.

Cracking an eye
at the snap of a stick,
a pudgy little lizard
scurries away so quick.

Lifting to lean,
face cupped in hand,
fighting the obligation
to get up and stand.

Gaze suddenly caught
by unexpected delight,
endless rows of sunflowers
stretching towards the light.

Energized by excitement
as more wonders abound,
amazed by the brilliance
while looking around.

Every curiosity of nature,
free for all to share,
nothing else in this life
can ever compare.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Buttery biscuits

Better than anything,
her cuteness makes me smile.

Underneath the maple tree,
we laugh for a very long while.

The next thing we both know,
the sun is nearing its stage to set.

Time seems like our enemy
when we realize that’s all we get.

End-of-day loveliness
stretches across the carnation sky.

Remembering the late hour,
still deferring the day’s goodbye.

Yesterday’s such as this
often leave a feeling of bittersweet.

But those memories, they fill us
on days when we’re incomplete.

Illusions of everlasting delight
remain cradled upon our chests.

So many things a mother suffers,
the losses are hard to digest.

Come what may we say in quiet,
as the years start to pass us by.

Until the end draws nearer
and we’re left with all the why’s.

It’s the not knowing that hurts the most;
the answers never found.

This life is never easy,
but we do our best to be around.

Silently we pass; still, nobody ever knows
all a mother suffers and endures
as they watch their babies grow.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Buttery biscuits – given to me by my very sweet daughter, Autumn Rose.