
Christmastime blessings
Magic is oft found
Neath blankets in firelit rooms
Christmastime blessings
© 2022 Michelle Cook
*The drawing was done by yours truly. I think the practice is helping. Merry Christmas everyone! ~M xo
When I think of you
I think of dances in the rain
Midnight walks and talks
Never a refrain
When I think of you
I think of autumn showers
Sitting at a little café
Talking for hours
When I think of you
I think of smiles under an umbrella
Holding your hand tight
So much I wanna tell ya
And when I think of you
I feel happier when it rains
The tie that binds us
Just cannot be explained
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/walking-in-the-rain-landscape-beauty-1695803/
Defiled strokes
On soiled canvas
Once vibrant flecks
Destroyed by madness
Disarray strewn
In flagrant display
Immortally disfigured
In austere grey
Regretfully imprinted
On a heart of black
Never to find
Her way back
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Illuminating illustrations
It’s a crisp fall morning
As she carefully dips her toes
There’s a hidden alcove there
Where nobody goes
The water is calm
So very peaceful and serene
And she washes discreetly
Mindful she isn’t seen
A sudden splash and ripple
Quickly catch her attention
And she shields her breasts
In modest apprehension
But it’s only just a loon
Seeking out its prey
And her fear subsides
As the majestic creature flies away
Back to her bathing
She becomes lost in introspection
So she bends down slowly
To look at her reflection
She sees a stubby little nose
With wide blue eyes
And there’s a small pointy chin
Which she’d like to disguise
Her blurred image
Stares back for quite awhile
And something about it
Suddenly makes her smile
She lets out an embarrassed giggle
After realizing she’s been seen
She happens to notice a poet
Has come upon the scene
I’m so sorry I reply
To disturb you in the nude
I wanted to capture the moment
Even though I see it was rather rude
Please go on with your bathing
And I’ll return from where I came
And next time I see you
I’ll try my best to refrain
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The Painting is, September Morn. By Paul Émile Chabas
Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur
Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus
An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?
And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://www.wikiart.org/en/vincent-van-gogh/still-life-vase-with-fifteen-sunflowers-1888-1