Her hair smelled of lavender,
and her skin was velvety smooth,
and I’d wanted to bask in her loveliness
as she stirred neath the purplish moon.
But soon, the luminosity faded,
and her body grew cold and gray,
and I cried for never being able to tell her
all the things I’d wanted to say.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/window-wood-frame-fantasy-full-moon-4670739/
There’s a lone tree I see,
reminds me
of what used to be.
I try not to fall under its spell,
as it takes me back to the place
where I once fell.
Looking at it now,
my heart just cries.
Why’d it take me so long
to realize.
Life is good now,
so I turn away,
choosing to leave
all those memories at bay.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/tree-lonely-alone-heaven-stars-4543580/
Those frog pudding days
Just lead to dumpy doorways
Somethings gotta give
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gate-old-stone-aged-decay-doorway-3718546/
Writing prompt: Frog pudding and dilapidated doorways
Here in the quiet
I find myself missing you
I feel the weight of your absence
Heavy on my heart
But it’s in these moments
That I begin to discover
The true wonder
Of all that you are
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/one-adult-woman-lovely-gorgeous-3109447/
She realized
She couldn’t handle
The reality
Of the inevitable
So in her mind
A fated goodbye
Seemed entirely logical
It was too bad
Her heart
Could never agree
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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