Rain

During the heart of summer silliness
shimmery beads spill softly
subduing, yet giving rise
to the warm embrace of the day.

A kaleidoscope of kisses
clings to my sun-scorched skin
whispering sweet nothings
in my worn-out, weathered ears.

A single drop sizzles
on the tip of my tongue
pieces of parched earth
come alive in my mouth.

I drink in the days of my youth
the ends of eras, no longer lost
forgotten moments flickering
embers that never quite expired.

A flood of emotions permeates
all the hidden parts of me.
Funny, I could’ve sworn
I’d never see days like this again.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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A distant shore…

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I listened to the ocean today
As the wind blew in melodic waves
It’s a sound I’ve never forgotten
Such a place I’ll forever crave

The sea so soothingly tranquil
Still playing its music in my head
Vivid memories of a distant shore
Seen from the comfort of my bed

© 2017 Michelle Cook

What is it about a dandelion?

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She spreads her billowy petticoat
Just wishing for some fun
As her dainty white tufts
Reach for the midday sun

Soft and serene
Her cottony clusters finally do fly
Each ruffle floating along
Towards the infinite wide open sky

Her lacy remnants twirl
On the delicate breezy air
Her dizzying pirouettes
Cause the bees to stop and stare

What is it about her
That makes the world stand still
A graceful little weed
Who can give us such a thrill

© 2017 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  What is it about a dandelion?

Trying…

We take the good with the bad, all the while just praying that the next thing that comes isn’t more of the stuff that keeps us awake at night. Our minds drift in and out of memories, some too hard to cling to for very long. Those are the recollections we try to leave behind, but they end up sitting like an undigestible pit, and oh, the ache they bring! I try only to remember the good, but oh, how the bad torments me so. The bad seems to weigh significantly more and is noticeably burdensome as it tugs at my side. The good is light and fluffy, like a soft, comfy pillow. And yet, it’s much easier to forget the good, as I’ve become so immersed in its feeling that I soon forget where it came from in the first place. But we mustn’t forget! Happiness and good days should be cherished and treasured without fail; the locket of bright and lovely things should be kept close to our hearts so we have it with us wherever we go. Today, I’m holding onto the good, trying to erase most of the bad. I may not get there, but at least I’m trying.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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I can’t remember you

I forgot you
You made me forget you
And now
Whenever I think of you
I can’t remember
Why I’m thinking of you

I think a piece of my heart
Has a muscle memory of you
But my mind can no longer be sure
Your memory flitted away
On a day long ago
When there was nothing left to say

I have this vague recollection
That you once mattered to me
But maybe that was only a dream
The more I try to remember
The more I forget
And the pain I once felt is finally gone

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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