I’ve been thinking about love
And how for a brief moment
I held it in the palm of my hand
I was filled with a hurricane of emotions
Something my heart could barely withstand
So powerful was the force
That it took me by complete surprise
And my heart now wonders
How such a love ever became compromised
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Down the line
They made their way
Those imperial units
Marched all day
Duty called
And they were there
As the world slept
Most unaware
Tensions ran high
But they stood brave
Not a single soldier
Dared misbehave
They knew the drill
And worked as a team
Just like a well-oiled
Solid machine
Flinching not
Each straight and sturdy
Awaiting instructions
For their long journey
Always prepared
Formal and ready
Holding their heads
High and steady
Determined and fearless
For the mission ahead
Knowing that some
Would at last fall dead
This was their place
Each determined to strive
For this was the calling
Of their chivalrous lives
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Imperial units
*Dedicated to my hubby who has given up so much of his life to protect our country.
Your smile is like a September sunrise
The warmth of it permeates to my very core
And with every amusing expression you give me
I can’t help but want you more
Butterflies appear out of nowhere
Whenever you’re around
And sometimes I’m afraid you’ll disappear
If I dare breathe or make a sound
You’re like a wonderful dream
Seeming too perfect to actually be true
But my hope is that all my September’s
Will now be more resplendent because of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: September sunrise
She heard him stumble in
Smelling of smoke and cheap wine
It was half past two
And he had crossed the line
She’d been sound asleep
In such peaceful repose
Then he staggered in
And began licking her toes
She tried to be nice
Even gave him a quick wink
But she was tired of his shenanigans
Whenever he would drink
So she rolled right over
And ignored his advances
He needed to learn
There were only so many chances
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is Petunia’s side of the story, you can find Peter’s here.
She can write for days
In a teary-eyed haze
And the more sadness that develops
The more ink she craves
And she sits in awe of the power
Of a good hard cry
Wondering how tears seem to cause
Such sorrowful thoughts to finally die
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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