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
There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The edge of forever
Hold your hankering horses
You know you really must
A little patience is so important
Or else you’ll surely bust
Hold your hankering horses
And quit being so demanding
Don’t you know life is always better
With a little bit of understanding?
Hold your hankering horses
Your antsy attitude needs to go
People don’t like impatience
This is something you ought to know
Hold your hankering horses
Just sit still and listen to me now
I’m explaining your main issue
And if you want to fix it, this is how
Hold your hankering horses
Get a grip and don’t wind up in a tizzy
I’m sorry to say that your behavior
Is only making the rest of us dizzy
Hold your hankering horses
This is the last thing I’m going to say
If you can’t calm down and be patient
Then please just go away
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Hold your hankering horses
I once wrote about a place
That was neither here nor there
A place found between the realms
Of hope and despair
And in that in-between place
I remember finding what I’d lost
Yet finding that place
Came with innumerable costs
And I wonder now
If it was all worth it in the end
For finding what I’d lost
Only made me want to lose it again
And isn’t that how life is
Always searching for things misplaced
So many wonderful things
Seem to vanish without a trace
And when we think we’ve found our losses
We cling on with all our might
Hopeful that somehow
They’ll bring back our lost delight
And yet sadly our thinking
Often leads us further astray
Until we finally realize
We just need to go another way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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