Sometimes
there are times,
I wish I could
go back.
I’d fix
all the places
where things
went right off track.
But then
I remember,
you can’t fix
what’s not been learned.
So instead,
I just keep livin,
knowin the past
has been adjourned.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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We’re the ones
who didn’t stay,
just kinda wanted
to go our own way.
Those who stayed
are still mostly the same,
and nobody really knows
who we became.
Cause when you don’t stay,
they just don’t know,
and who you were
becomes a distant show.
We took a leap
and found an open door,
and what we discovered
couldn’t be more.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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As spring bleeds into summer,
I know fall will soon usher in,
and the memories of you
will just become more vivid.
This was your season,
the one my dream foretold.
You were happiest here
amongst the acorns
and the cottonwood trees.
And you never missed a chance
to tell me how it was the song
of your heart.
As more memories flood me now,
I wrestle with the wind
as it disrupts my tears;
a cold hand for comfort
is all it can offer my soul.
The light of you
left my path long ago.
But I still see you
in every golden leaf
that glides my way.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Pencil topper stew
just wouldn’t do,
but that was all she had
to feed her crew.
So she went to the store
to buy some beans,
but the brand she wanted
were all bursting at the seams.
So she thought for a minute
about what to do
because bursting beans
would need some sort of glue.
The corn looked good,
so she settled on that,
and then she went home
and put it all in a big vat.
By early that evening,
she had an amazing brew,
and even though a tad bit salty,
it was still a hearty stew.
Her kids were all grateful,
and with tummy’s filled to the brim,
they all settled down
to watch some Grimm.
It wasn’t very long
before the kiddies all crashed,
so she nestled them in their beds
while they dreamt of succotash.
Before long, it was her turn
to finally drift away,
catching the midnight train to dreamland;
she was at last gone on a holiday.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Salty succotash and pencil toppers
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