Heightened senses

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There’s a chill in the air
A sure sign of change
The same shivery feeling
Found in breezes of the past

And while déjà vu goosebumps
Leave me to ponder present time
The atmosphere is unsympathetic
As I wrestle with these thoughts

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Heightened senses

 

Acceptance

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I found myself depleted
Of every last drop
Not even an ounce of myself
Was left in the cup

I’d been spilled nonchalantly
Chipped on occasion
And I’d invited my curiosity
To allow an invasion

I worked tirelessly everyday
To refill my cup
But the pieces gave way
And I had to give up

Even the glue that lingered
Wasn’t that strong
So mending the edges
Went unbelievably wrong

The stains and scars
Still very much remain
And the cracks are reminders
Of so much pain

Thankfully a vessel
Doesn’t have to look nice
So this battered old cup
Will just have to suffice

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Silver Sand

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Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger

And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land

Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Silver sand