Sometimes I feel like
I’m walking on mars,
out here under
a million stars.
Life as I once knew it
just doesn’t exist;
the air is similar
still, my questions persist.
Infinite considerations
light up the midnight sky,
wonders aplenty
yet not a single answer why.
The intrigue alone
steals my breath away;
if only I could harness the stars
I might find my way.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/constellations-stargazing-person-1851128/
I sit here all alone
under a bright starry sky,
waiting for a meteor
to streak right by.
And in the twinkling darkness,
my thoughts carry me to you;
you always loved the nights
as much as I do.
I think back to the “us” times
under slivers of a sultry moon;
those moments spent together
always evaporated way too soon.
I remember sharing so much
as the hours lost their way,
never an awkward moment
as we always had so much to say.
The years have all passed by now,
but the memories are still so near;
and I think of you so often,
ever wishing you were here.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/mountain-nights-moon-landscape-5366079/
I just want to get lost
in words I can feel,
immerse myself in things
that are anything but real.
No more creepy crud
or boring Elmer Fudd,
I need to escape into a world
that isn’t such a dud.
I want swirling galaxies
to come sweep me off my feet
and imaginative stories
where I can actually feel the heat.
Bring me to exotic places
where anything can exist,
show me all the things
that you know I can’t resist.
Lead me to a world,
one I’ve never known;
let me see your universe
and make it all your own.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gothic-goth-fantasy-cosmos-galaxy-3623555/
Writing prompt: Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd
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