Why would I?

Choosing what to remember,
often looking beyond,
time has been kind to me;
the memories are fond.

I could sink into a slew
of unfavorable recollections,
but my heart knows the cost
of unsightly reflections.

So the bright side wins out,
neither a regret nor a sigh,
and I never feel too bad
when my head is in the sky.

Others may decide to loiter
in the pit of despair,
but why would sensible me
ever choose to go there.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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The look

He gave me a look
I’ll never forget.

It was the kind of display
that takes your breath away,
rendering one giddy
from the thrill of it.

It was the sort of look
that leaves you dancing
on a euphoric cloud,
intoxicated by the soothing
waves of wonder
sweeping over your soul.

And I’ll never forget
that sweet moment of bliss
when his gorgeous gaze
wrapped around my own.

Because that’s when I knew
that he really did love me,
and I know for certain
he still does.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Leap

We’re the ones
who didn’t stay,
just kinda wanted
to go our own way.

Those who stayed
are still mostly the same,
and nobody really knows
who we became.

Cause when you don’t stay,
they just don’t know,
and who you were
becomes a distant show.

We took a leap
and found an open door,
and what we discovered
couldn’t be more.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Come away with me

I can’t wait to see the world
stretched out at my feet
and lose myself to love,
getting lost in your heartbeat.

I need the air I breathe
to be shared only by you
and for you to come away
and have all of this too.

I want to see the road ahead
go on forever,
taking you with me
on every endeavor.

I need to spend my whole life
with you by my side
because wherever you are
is where my heart resides.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Under a strawberry sky

Life was forever bliss
under that strawberry sky.

Intertwined, we remained,
just you and I.

Caught up in imaginings
only we could see.

Keeping each other’s secrets
and running free.

Making love on that sandy,
secluded shore.

Every delicious desire
was ours to explore.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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The sound of serenity

The lazy days of summer
are by and by, fading away;
I hear it as the breeze
sashays through the trees.

Wind chimes join the waltz,
each elegant note
sounding the arrival
of crisp fall days ahead.

The sweet serenade
brings inner peace
and infuses my spirit
with the sound of serenity.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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How beautiful…

How beautiful are your spacious skies
even when days are gray.
All those purple mountain majesties
just take my breath away.

And from shore to shore
I love you even more,
when I see the unifying love
of my brothers.

Reminds me of the freedoms
where we stand,
holding hands together
on this sacred land.

May God bless us all
today and forever.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Sometimes a song carries us along

When I couldn’t be there
to lose myself in you,
I knew my favorite song
would have to do.

Sometimes I’d let the words
rush over my skin,
remembering all the places
where we’d once been.

There were countless nights
I could only imagine you here,
and losing you in my life
was my greatest fear.

So I’d take solace
in my favorite song,
hopeful that the words
would carry me along.

Filled with a melody
so I could hold you in my heart,
I believed in earnest
that we’d never part.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Renewal

we blossom just like
the flowers of the fields

as they begin their unfolding
we too are transformed
by their loveliness

mesmerized by their colorful
and ever radiant displays

we become lost in the
intricacies of each
miraculous new birth

finding ourselves
unable to exhale

stood statue still in
reverence and awe

praying silently that we don’t
upset the serenity
of such wondrous splendor

capturing in our minds what
we could never fully recreate
on our own

we remain in that still and
silent state of being

consumed by the lush
confines of such exquisite
extravagance

and we are once again
renewed by the unveiling
of new life

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Autumn anamnesis

As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Our love is simple

He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.

Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.

Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Don’t ever put chocolate in your pocket

It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.

And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.

With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.

But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.

My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.

It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

 


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Morning messages

We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.

I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.

The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages

Road radio blues

He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.

She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.

Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.

But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.

Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.

She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Poetry prompt:  I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts.  This is day 2… Road radio blues.

There are friends…

There are friends,
and then there are friends.

Some will stay close like brothers;
others will come and go like the wind.

But all of them will have a special purpose.

Some will come to fill the dark places with light;
others will help mend our broken pieces.

One thing is certain; none will ever be forgotten.

Each one leaves an everlasting imprint,
deeply embedded and revered.

Remaining forevermore,
within our hearts and minds.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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