Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger
And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land
Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Silver sand
Love
Can be fleeting
Often feels
Defeating
Loss
It’s my win
And yet still
I give in
Grief
Lasts forever
When never
Is your together
Life
I get by
Always saying
Goodbye
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Down the line
They made their way
Those imperial units
Marched all day
Duty called
And they were there
As the world slept
Most unaware
Tensions ran high
But they stood brave
Not a single soldier
Dared misbehave
They knew the drill
And worked as a team
Just like a well-oiled
Solid machine
Flinching not
Each straight and sturdy
Awaiting instructions
For their long journey
Always prepared
Formal and ready
Holding their heads
High and steady
Determined and fearless
For the mission ahead
Knowing that some
Would at last fall dead
This was their place
Each determined to strive
For this was the calling
Of their chivalrous lives
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Imperial units
*Dedicated to my hubby who has given up so much of his life to protect our country.
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