You find me in
the busy of day;
no matter how
you find a way.
A brief moment
to send a kiss,
it’s the kind of thing
you never miss.
Every opportunity
you seek me out
and oh, the love
I feel throughout.
Even now,
while you’re asleep,
I feel your love
in dreams so deep.
Connected by
a force unknown;
you’ve become
my one true home.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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Sometimes,
you might feel like
hurling yourself
at the moon.
Others times,
you might wanna
just sit quietly
under the stars.
But no matter where
you find yourself…
Just know
that the stars
will never forget
the wishes you made.
And the moon
will never misrecollect
that crestfallen look
upon your face.
Because even when
the world disremembers,
the cosmos still counts
every tear it ever created.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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I remain in slumbered thought
And yet my mind aches to go
To be what I should be
To know what I should know
And yet here I sit as always
My body fighting with my mind
The balance between them both
So off-kilter so unkind
The brain at war with the bones
The bones set in stubborn recluse
I fear not even an earthquake
Could shake my body loose
Stuck in that realm of isolation
Peering down on a grand parade
Wishing to be part of everything
Will no one come to my aid?
I’ve become like a stone statue
Watching the crowds pass by
Already in my coffin
Stuck in my mind’s eye
The world hums around me
I’m a lone spectator to the buzz
I remain in sequestered solitude
Free from what the world does
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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Their connection was unique
Formed from remnants of dismantled dreams
And wiry bits of tattered truths
It was the kind of connection
Which everyone assumed would never last
Even time seemed to consider it a lost cause
But somehow between the layers
Of their oddly structured foundation
An unbelievable bond was formed
Secretly this tie grew stronger
Day by day and year by year
And without fail they proved the impossible was possible
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Do you ever try to send whispers on the wind,
and if you do, what do you say?
Are your murmurs pleasant and cheery,
or do they come out more cold and gray?
What if everyone sent messages on the wind;
do you think we’d all feel more heard?
Imagine a chance to say all you want
and never be deferred.
I often wonder if our soft soliloquies
do sometimes make it to their intended;
to be able to pour out our hearts without reproach
seems like it would be quite splendid.
Confrontation can be so intimidating;
I often wish others could just feel my words.
Spoken sentimentalities drifting on the wind,
is it really all that absurd?
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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