ideas

A whish of wisdom

~ ~M ~ 12 Comments

You never know what’s coming
You never know what’s near
The world can be so sneaky
Far from kind and sincere

So guard your heart with an anvil
Your mind with a song
Praying that all the good things
Will carry you along

Don’t be fooled by the glitz
Don’t let glam be your guide
Follow the way of heartstrings
Let those transform your mind

Give away what you don’t need
Perhaps even the stuff you do
And never settle for less
Than what you know is true

© 2024 Michelle Cook

*It’s been said that if you’re having trouble calming your mind, humming can help because you can’t hum and think simultaneously. Anyway, that’s where the idea for this poem came from. Like so many others, I’m an overthinker, and this humming method really helps me. And now that I’m thinking about it, I bet whistling while you work might help, too. If you give it a try, let me know if it helps. 

Much love to all of you, ~M xo

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Overthinking…

~ ~M ~ 49 Comments

Sometimes our minds
deceive us,
thoughts oft spilling over
as introspection takes flight.

Our minds tend to steal
our boxes,
those fancy ones filled
with practical reasoning.

Our minds can be
negligent and hurried,
blundering through the day,
then seizing up at night.

Our minds are uniquely etched
with thoughts and desires,
each personal contemplation
deliciously our own.

Our minds can get lost
in the depths of depravity
or swing gracefully to the side
of decency and honor.

Our minds are full of reflections,
ideas, and wonder,
serving as a haven
for the things we must hide.

Our minds can be enigmatic
or effortlessly understandable,
typically only ever failing us
if we give away our control.

And sometimes, we obsess
and overthink because we’re human,
forgetting that our minds
have a mind of their own.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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Wonder and wild

~ ~M ~ 19 Comments

We get ourselves up,
and the magic begins;
stretching for miles,
inspiration spins.

Winding its way
from shore to shore,
sorcery floods pages
with creativity galore.

None can get enough,
so we suck it all in,
not a single word
goes in the bin.

Ideas flow freely,
our pages complete;
every word written
a mesmerizing treat.

Images spill out
on thirsty pages;
hungrily, we feed
as momentum rages.

The mind a playground,
every heart, a child;
the results of a writer
full of wonder and wild.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

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

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Writing prompt: Creepy crud and Elmer Fudd

I prevail

~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

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As my eyes open
The light deflects my thoughts
Like insects they scurry away
Leaving a trail of unfinished reflections

This is why I write so much better
When I’m on the verge of dreaming
In darkness and seclusion
Is where most of my ideas are born

Just like the vast oceans
Teeming with animals we’ve never seen
So it is the same way with my mind
In deep, dark solitude ― I prevail

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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