He wraps me in such loving words
Words written only for me
And like a warm comforting blanket
He covers me with his heart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
marriage
Firestorm
Anger casually rises
Brimming to the top
Soon boiling over
Flaming arrows just won’t stop
Hitting their mark
Distressing pleas fill the room
This is their life
Another typical afternoon
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Thanks to Michael for a whole month of writing prompts, click here to view them all; Firestorm
A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
He loved her dearly
And she loved him
But at last the two
Could never begin
For each was already
Betrothed to another
The fate of their lives
Decided by their mother
So off they both went
And married their intended
With gorgeous rings exchanged
The weddings were splendid
And yet sadness filled
Their unquenched desires
All hopes and dreams
Had permanently expired
And at the end of their lives
When their mothers were dead
The two yearning couples divorced
Marrying their darlings instead
And finally happiness
Bloomed at the very end
No longer did either of them
Have to pretend
A lifetime of love and laughter
Could have saved them all
If long-lasting traditions
Hadn’t been their downfall
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
Imperial units
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.
A touch of perfect
He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past
Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: A touch of perfect
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