The key

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

Here waiting
by this old rusty door,
the key to my future
and all its splendor.

Walking through the door,
a brilliant light floods my path;
darkness dissipates behind me
as I make a mad dash.

Finally, free of all
I’ve ever known and endured,
your outstretched hand in front of me,
so gentle and concerned.

At long last, finding the place
where I belong,
wrapped in a love so tender
and yet so strong.

Your embrace whisking me
away from this world,
the depths of our desires
at last unfurled.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Writing prompt: Here waiting by the door

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Overthinking…

~ ~M ~ 49 Comments

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

~ ~M ~ 19 Comments

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

~ ~M ~ 48 Comments

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

~ ~M ~ 32 Comments

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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