I get swept away
by the sound of your voice,
transported to that place
where only we exist.
Crashing within the waves
of your all-consuming love,
entranced and submerged
by the depths of your desire.
And since the beginning,
I have always known
that you were to be mine
and I was to be yours.
You are the truest love
that I have ever known,
and the very best part
of who I have become.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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It all began
on wrinkle road
a story so profound
it must be told
But who am I
to expose the truth
and knowing the world
they’ll just want proof
So back n forth I go
holding my tongue
with sweaty hands
ready to be wrung
Juicy details
begging to burst
but I’m just me
and my lips are pursed
Looking around
no soul to tell
helps quiet my mind
and the images quell
So I’ll save my story
for another day
too good to tell
anyway
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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*On my recent adventure to visit my family, I encountered a road named Wrinkle Rd. I was driving about in the middle of nowhere when I saw the road, and the name just sort of stuck with me for the rest of the day. So after much deliberation, I finally decided to challenge myself to write about it. But too many thoughts were racing through my head as I pondered such a place, and in the end, it seemed like a place of unlimited possibilities. So I leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide what profound things may happen on Wrinkle Rd. Maybe you can even write your own story or poem about what you think goes on there. ~M xo
She rests along the horizon,
easily seen from the thirsty shore,
and with a face like an angel,
she could never be ignored.
Her body is ever-changing
as she basks in the summer sun,
and her golden peaks glisten
while her vistas promise fun.
She lays in silent stillness;
never a tremor does she sigh.
The world tramples upon her,
though she never questions why.
She often cries a flood of tears;
still, her strength does prevail,
and even though she’s antiquated,
her beauty never fails.
Nestled comfortably in the earth,
she’s withstood the test of time,
and even though some mar her face,
she still beckons them to climb.
She’s served as a place of renewal
and become a much-needed haven;
she even shares her home
with all the raptors and the ravens.
Exquisite in her gilded grandeur,
layered with the etchings of the past,
her purpose is apparent,
and her glory was made to last.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
My heart will forever feel heavy,
but my head will always remain free
because I’ve chosen a different path now,
something just for me.
And I know there will be some,
who will never quite understand,
but I only have this one life here,
and the journey is mine to command.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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There’s a small city
I never really see,
right outside
in front of me.
It’s hidden in the glen
thickets deep,
where the clover
likes to creep.
The little city bustles
with a steady flow
of creatures so tiny
they’re hard to know.
So, at last, today,
I opened my eyes,
shook to my core
by the loveliest surprise.
A small city
I’d never really seen,
right outside,
all for me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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