Heavy hearts
and ruined days
Sunlight sparkles
shadowed by haze
And yet in-between
is a glimmer of gold
A future so bright
the perfect secret untold
Layers of pristine petals
align in an exquisite array
Carpeting our path
showing us the way
Guiding our footsteps
providing us with hope
A gentle reminder
helping us to cope
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/pink-rose-papillon-petals-in-water-3580202/
Choosing what to remember,
often looking beyond,
time has been kind to me;
the memories are fond.
I could sink into a slew
of unfavorable recollections,
but my heart knows the cost
of unsightly reflections.
So the bright side wins out,
neither a regret nor a sigh,
and I never feel too bad
when my head is in the sky.
Others may decide to loiter
in the pit of despair,
but why would sensible me
ever choose to go there.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/young-woman-sitting-overlooking-731142/
After years of careful collaboration
between architects, artists, and engineers,
the skyline, at last, exploded
in a grand, gridiron fashion.
The smokestacks of the past
all became the skyscrapers of the future.
But, noticeably, nothing ever really changed
except the city’s outer physique.
The conscientious construct
paved the way for future endeavors,
but commercial enterprise
didn’t stand a chance.
Industry rocketed into the future,
but in the end, nobody could hold on.
And we all know the laws of physics
will sadly never change.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/architecture-skyscraper-2256489/
Thank you to my hubby for the writing prompt: Gridiron greatness
*Also, I know he probably expected me to write about football, but sometimes a writer just can’t be swayed. 😉
People come
and people go,
like the weather
is it all for show?
My deepest desire
is to see someone stay,
to keep a promise
and never go away.
Maybe I’m just needy
and want it all,
I tend to dream
of the impossible.
Regardless of everything
I want the love of a close friend,
one in which
I can always depend.
I believe that life
gives us what we give,
this is what allows us
to fully live.
So I try to relinquish
the tender parts of my heart,
I’ve always done this
from the very start.
But I know deep down,
I’ll never be the only one,
for I am merely
a fraction of the sum.
And yet sometimes I still forget
there isn’t just a “me,”
the equation is more
than what I can see.
Plain as day
and black as night,
this dose of reality
is my darkest plight.
I remind myself to accept
all that I can’t change,
even when life seeks
to rearrange.
There is nothing else
I can possibly do,
I can’t hold on
without the glue.
I’ve become accustomed
to letting life move past,
for I know dreams
they often don’t last.
I only wilt further
when I choose to hold too tight.
These are the battles
I continue to fight.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/tulip-wilted-dying-wilting-flower-3459282/
About to embark
On a journey
A new way of life
I think this beginning
Is just what I need
I have nothing left here
Nothing holding me back
So I will chase my dreams
The sky is the limit
Look out world
Here I come!
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-umbrella-floating-jumping-1245817/
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