Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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This fragrant garden
The one you’ve captured me in
Still catches my breath
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/love-flower-korea-couple-4263758/
Writing prompt: Baby basil and contagious hiccups
The verbena still grows
lovelier than ever,
vibrant in violet,
ever reaching toward
the noonday sun.
And yet here I am
in a state of utter confusion,
still looking at the world
through the dullest
shades of gray.
I’m increasingly in awe
of all the flowers in the fields,
the way they sit so simply,
poised in elegance
and imbued with grace.
I reckon I’m more like
the alabaster artichokes,
colorless and thorny on the edges,
still waiting for my chance to revel
in the realm of my full potential.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/flowers-verbena-violet-blossom-756181/
Writing prompt: Vibrant verbena and alabaster artichokes
Ravishing in red
She’s pretty as a petal
Just pitch the peanuts
© 2021 Michelle Cook
*And yet another one of my writing prompts doomed from the start. Where do I come up with these? 🙄
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Writing prompt: Rosy red petunias and pretty pickled peanuts
Beauty displays herself
In fragrant wisps
Of thyme
During midday wishes
She’s at
Her prime
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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