Convoluted currents

There’s a stormy sea
grown inside of me
It began with a patch of foam
then grew into an unkind home

I’ve watched it churn
I’ve seen the swirls
bleak yet brilliant
as each unfurls

Memories fuel
the murky brew
sad and sorrowful
images of you

The outer waves
seem almost serene
but underneath
is a raging scene

There are the days when
the waters shimmer
but as the world turns
things start to simmer

Sandy crystals
flee my palms
I breath deeper
to remain calm

Once again
I try to leave
but like a prisoner
I can only grieve

I start to lose pieces
of what was me
watching as the waves
carry them out to sea

This old rhythmic cycle
beginning once more
whilst I’m still tied
to this weathered shore

© 2024 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/sea-sunset-beautiful-landscape-3203731/

The lonely place

There’s a lonely place
where you exist
I try to forget you
yet the memories persist

You were once my strength
you anchored my soul
but after everything you said
it all finally took its toll

I remember sinking to my knees
in painful defeat
my perfect image of you
at last shattered complete

I wanted to hold onto the good
but the good wouldn’t stay
and looking back
I’m relieved you went away

© 2024 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/tree-field-moon-night-sky-meadow-736884/

Always…

As last year fades
into fond memories of bliss,
and we treasure what we had
in every warm and loving kiss,
I promise to be here
whenever you’re ready
with a dedicated shoulder
to hold you steady.
I’ll shed no tears
for the times when you’re gone
because when you’re here
I know we’ll be strong.
Our unexplainable bond
can never be broken,
for it goes much deeper
than that which is spoken.
You’re the everything
that brightens my days,
and I will love you for now
and forever, always…xo

© 2024 Michelle Cook


Photo credit:
https://pixabay.com/photos/couple-lovers-love-kiss-together-7714357/

Poetry prompt:
He tends the garden of her heart
Where blooms’ fade brings new life

Late Autumn

Damp and decaying like timeworn leather, the
wind stirs each fossilized apparition.
Holding fast against the sultry winds of
time; clinging, dependent, on limp limbs. These
creaky extremities reach for silhouetted faces,
haunting shadows with limited life. And in
withered strain feeble fists persevere, while the
sufferings of the season wilt within the crowd.
Littering the pavement like languorous petals,
inky remembrances of rosier days pass on.
In the bleakness of the night with a
shudder and a sigh, wasting away in the wet
rot of decomposing rainbows. Now black
and spoiled against the barren bough.

© 2023 Michelle Cook

 

*Golden Shovel Poetry Writing Exercise
The only rule for this type of poem is that each word of your source poem must appear as the last word of each line in your poem—and they should be in the order that they appear in the original. Your poem will contain as many lines as your source poem has words.

Here’s the poem I chose to use. (So if you read down my poem, the end of each line uses all these words in order.)

In the Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

by Ezra Pound


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/branches-tree-black-and-white-rain-4621320/

Christmastime

Christmastime

Strings of white lights
Strung all around
Soft petaled snowflakes
Falling to the ground
Joyous carolers
Spreading musical cheer
Everyone reminiscing
About another great year
Wide-eyed children
Gathered round each tree
Meeting with Santa
And sitting on his knee
Secret mistletoe kisses
In candlelit rooms
Red poinsettias
Never failing to bloom
Warm eggnog cocktails
And bobble-filled wreaths
Celebrating a season
Full of many beliefs
Garland draped windows
With snowy white scenes
These are the memories
From our childhood dreams

© 2022 Michelle Cook


*I’ve decided to start doing more drawings to go with my poems.  I don’t draw nearly enough and I feel like my skills need improving.  So… I am going to do a weekly drawing and write a poem to go with each one.  I guess by deciding this, I’m sort of starting my New Years resolutions early,  What do y’all think?  Any other ideas for how I can improve my drawing skills while still keeping up with my poetry? ~M