I met a man
Tall n skinny
Ebony skin
Eyes new guinea
His rough hands
Overlapped my own
Wide smiles
Set the tone
Kindness felt
Filling my heart
Sad at last
When we did part
Never even
Caught his name
Moments like these
Never leave us the same
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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There are friends,
and then there are friends.
Some will stay close like brothers;
others will come and go like the wind.
But all of them will have a special purpose.
Some will come to fill the dark places with light;
others will help mend our broken pieces.
One thing is certain; none will ever be forgotten.
Each one leaves an everlasting imprint,
deeply embedded and revered.
Remaining forevermore,
within our hearts and minds.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/water-battle-friends-beach-woman-636761/
Come play with me
Spend the whole day
We’ll find adventures
I’ll show you the way
Come play with me
We’ll have plenty to do
A fun day to share
Just me and you
Come play with me
Give me your hand
Let’s race to the moon
I know you’ll understand
Come play with me
There’s a secret place I know
A traipse through the forest
Is where we’ll have to go
Come play with me
Through the trees to the sea
The sound of the waves
Is sure to set you free
Come play with me
We’ll have so much fun
Let’s get going
Before the day is done
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/beach-silhouette-two-children-3374779/
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
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/tree-nature-grass-landscape-4339191/
You were the bent bristles
against my skin,
causing me to rethink
the situation I was in.
Your continuous brushing
left me wanting more;
I could finally see a rainbow
peeking through my door.
The color you displayed
forever touched my heart,
and my world turned so gray
when at last, we had to part.
Sort of like blended bananas
when they’re left out all day,
their pretty yellow hue
turns the color of dismay.
And it’s so very sad
the way we both had to leave;
the mere thought
is still so hard to conceive.
But at long last,
I’m seeing color once again;
my rainbow was always here
nestled deep within.
I think I was holding on
too tight to your light
when all along,
this was really just my fight.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/reflection-woman-silhouette-umbrella-1082159/
Writing prompt: Bent bristles and blended bananas
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