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
The verbena still grows
lovelier than ever,
vibrant in violet,
ever reaching toward
the noonday sun.
And yet here I am
in a state of utter confusion,
still looking at the world
through the dullest
shades of gray.
I’m increasingly in awe
of all the flowers in the fields,
the way they sit so simply,
poised in elegance
and imbued with grace.
I reckon I’m more like
the alabaster artichokes,
colorless and thorny on the edges,
still waiting for my chance to revel
in the realm of my full potential.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/flowers-verbena-violet-blossom-756181/
Writing prompt: Vibrant verbena and alabaster artichokes
Familiar chapters
The lifestyles we all once knew
Alas gone from view
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/space-room-interior-empty-4231460/
Writing prompt: Puffed pastries and bric-a-brac
Foamy, translucent blue swells
give birth to an abundance of tiny seashells.
A few find their path and scuttle away,
but many more find themselves lost in the vast array.
The stranded ones lie in crevices hoping they’ll be found
before the savage sea pounds them into the ground.
A few get noticed by curious little hands,
but most get tossed back into the abrasive sand.
The ones that survive are mostly made of pristine perfection
while the others bide their time in a constant state of rejection.
Silently they wish for secret potions that do not exist,
at last being pulled under, lost to the murky mist.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/water-surf-nature-sea-wave-ocean-3194377/
Writing prompt: Foaming oceans and secret potions
Detach and draw away
Under the covers
Cold and gray
Endure the cycle of decay
Bury your head
And fill it with dismay
These are the fallacies
We choose to believe
Filling up our heads
Causing us to grieve
Not even worth repeating
Such thoughts are just defeating
So push through and release
While all your troubles
Beg to increase
Say goodbye to the war
The one that’s hidden
Behind your door
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/cold-frost-winter-the-disease-2722002/
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