Solemn wishes

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Amid a fire
Built for two
I solemnly sit
And think of you

And I wonder
How this life would be
If you were ever
Here with me

I know the answers
Are so close by
Found within the depths
Of every sigh

What we share
Isn’t going away
This is how I know
We will find a way

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Washing woes…

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I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing

It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way

And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood

For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Waterspout wishes

Take these dreams…

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Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design

Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along

I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see

A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

A better outlook on life

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When I think about my life
And don’t focus on mankind
I feel such a positive feeling
As I leave the world behind

And I think about the beauty
The things that God has made
And when I give my worries to him
I’m left feeling unafraid

I wish my mind would dwell more
In the places where he resides
For I know I feel most comforted
When he’s standing by my side

But I get lost to a world
Full of rejection and despair
And so I try to fit in
Which doesn’t get me anywhere

But today is a new day
A chance to try again
And maybe this time
I’ll just give everything to him

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Even from afar

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Words cannot express
Everything you are
I’ve loved you forever
Even from afar
And on those days
That are cold and bleak
It’s you that I miss
You’re the one I seek
I cannot deny
The things I feel
It’s you that I love
These emotions are real
You’ll always be there
Concealed in my heart
The place where we never
Have to be apart

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The keeper of her heart

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He was the grantor
Of wishes
And the bearer
Of love
He was the giver
Of affection
And the maker
Of dreams
He was the bestower
Of kindness
And the producer
Of happiness
But most of all
He was the keeper
Of her heart

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  The keeper of her heart

 

Listen to your mother…

One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons.  Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation.  And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world.  My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write.  All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul.  Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it?  Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves.  Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M

Filling in the gaps

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Filling in the gaps
Life does have its ways
Often sending rays of hope
Even on the darkest of days

And when those unexpected beams
Spread warmth across our faces
It’s happiness we see
And love which embraces

Those gaps no more
A bright sunny future instead
Everything we’d hoped for
Depressive thoughts now dead

If only we could bottle sunshine
And keep it for the days of despair
We’d never be tormented
By even the smallest thought or care

Instead we look for those rays
Hopeful they’ll find us in the dark
For the tiniest amount of hope
Leaves such an impressionable mark

© 2018 Michelle Cook

One last wish

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Searching the depths
Of the starry night sky
Arms reaching out
With tears in her eyes

And yet once again
There was no reply
So she made her last wish
And said a final goodbye

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.

A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.

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He loved her dearly
And she loved him
But at last the two
Could never begin

For each was already
Betrothed to another
The fate of their lives
Decided by their mother

So off they both went
And married their intended
With gorgeous rings exchanged
The weddings were splendid

And yet sadness filled
Their unquenched desires
All hopes and dreams
Had permanently expired

And at the end of their lives
When their mothers were dead
The two yearning couples divorced
Marrying their darlings instead

And finally happiness
Bloomed at the very end
No longer did either of them
Have to pretend

A lifetime of love and laughter
Could have saved them all
If long-lasting traditions
Hadn’t been their downfall

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.

In between the clover and the dampened earth…

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I noticed him lying there, in between the clover and the dampened earth. He was only a mere mirror image of who he once was. I wanted to save him, and restore him to his original state. But it seemed that the truth had sucked the life right out of his chest. Over time, it had appeared that the map, the course set for his life, really had changed; or had he read it wrong to begin with?

Memories of her began to fill his heart and head once more. She had been the loveliest woman he had ever known. Her skin was always soft and warm, like a silk blanket covered with the faintest hint of her perfume. But deep down in the dungeon of his worn out soul, he knew what he had done. He could still picture the two halves of her dress, left frayed and worn. He had been consumed by fear that night so very long ago, and he remembered standing as still as the dark night above him while he watched as the moon exploded. She had hurriedly dressed, then wept as the music faded away. An uncertain destiny awaited, for now, they had no other choice.

Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew she was no longer his. As she rushed out into an unknown future, she became transfixed by all the wondrous lights, and never even noticed that he was still there. A steady breeze of newfound potential guided her along, while he kept his hands in his pockets, nervously playing with his keys. And suddenly his future hopes and dreams began to fade as the old trusty door to his future began to melt against the corroding brass frame. He wondered if it was all a glitch or just his imagination. Droplets of sweat began to fall from his brow as he remembered back to how the blade had glistened, and venom seemed to pour from his eyes, as poisoned tears filled his invisible cup. He drank the last drop, then plummeted into a sea of depression. Decompression arrived quickly after the window to his hopes blew out.

She began to see nothing except heavenly creatures, all of whom featured boldly in her dreams. She had changed and now reeked of sugary sweets, her teeth giving away her disguise. Fishnet stockings were a pleasant surprise to all the new men in her life, and an eruption of presents could be seen as each one bribed her for the countless pleasures they knew she’d provide. In the end, only a half-eaten muffin and a spoon remained; mere remnants of another morning that meant nothing. She snickered as she ran away from all of them until she noticed what was behind her. She couldn’t escape the truth; it had finally captured her soul.

The last bell chimed, and not even the crickets could be heard, as she watched the floating orb hover over the painting above the hearth. And suddenly both he and her remembered the planter boxes of peculiar looking pansies, the ones that once lined the odd shaped path which had led them to each other. And then they both finally noticed the secret, entombed inside the jar of honey. It clearly held the key to all their torment, something they had never once allowed themselves to see.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


I had quite a bit of  fun writing this short story, which is a combination of all of the December writing prompts.  Hope you enjoyed it!  ~M 😉

To read the prompts, click here.

I’ve been thinking about love

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I’ve been thinking about love
And how for a brief moment
I held it in the palm of my hand
I was filled with a hurricane of emotions
Something my heart could barely withstand
So powerful was the force
That it took me by complete surprise
And my heart now wonders
How such a love ever became compromised

© 2018 Michelle Cook