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
Words
I’ve used a million
And that’s quite enough
In my opinion
Yet impulse clings
Urging me on
Even when desire
Has all but gone
Motivation
Just won’t relent
Keeps reminding me
I’m not done yet
And so I get up
And off I go
Waiting for inspiration
To commence the flow
Then wretched time
Steps right in
Stalling the words
Just as they begin
I start to wonder
Will I ever finish
Before my words
Do finally diminish
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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