creativity

Tales from the waterhole

~ ~M

Hello everyone,

Today I’m pleased to announce the release of a new favorite children’s book of mine, “Tales from the waterhole, by Michael Coates.  I had the privilege of editing this book for Michael, and I’m so excited to see it in print at last!  There’s nothing quite like seeing someone’s words finally come to life, and I can’t wait to get my copy.  Michael has released his book in four different formats.  I have listed the links below if any of you are interested in buying a copy for yourself. 

Have a wonderful week!

~M xo

Here is the link to the specialized hardcover version on Lulu.

Tales from the waterhole

Or, if you’re a fan of Amazon, you can buy the book in three different formats over there, with an audible version coming soon.

Tales from the waterhole

Please leave comments for Michael by clicking here.

Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

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

Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos

~ ~M ~ 14 Comments

Gadgets and gizmos,
trinkets with silvery trims,
these were the things
that were most important to him.

The old, cranberry carpet
was forever threadbare,
but that was no worry
because daddy didn’t care.

His only real concern
were his shiny new toys,
and when mama would yell,
he’d just block out the noise.

The house was rather unkempt
and in dire need of repair,
but my dear old dad,
he never did despair.

He’d just shrug his shoulders,
in his nonchalant way, because
there was nothing he loved more
than all his junk and disarray.

I think mama finally gave up
cause she knew she’d never win.
Nobody could ever change him;
it’s just the way he’s always been.

I guess I’m secretly proud
that he never gave in.
I think people should stay true
to their passions within.

There’s no telling who he’d be
if mama had had her way,
and I surely wouldn’t be
the person I am today.

So thank you, Dad,
for being true to who you are.
I still love you so very much,
even from afar.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/auto-car-garage-auto-shop-vintage-1868726/

Writing prompt: Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos

The wonder of inspiration

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration

Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote

Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory

There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control

And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge

So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Almost there…

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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I’m at the very brink of rhetoric and rhyme
And I can almost taste each and every delicious word

These savory and sensational tidbits
Have begun to form on the furthermost tip of my tongue

The texture and flavor of each specific thought
Bursts forth with vitality from my baffled brain

Tickling and teasing the remainder of my senses
As words spew spontaneously and sporadically

Each notion captured in a technological realm of space
Where perceptions and ideas flood the world

© 2018 Michelle Cook