mysterious

Potential

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I looked down
and there you were
an annoyance of nature
a small scratchy burr

Little did I realize
what you were about to do
such beautiful potential
nestled in my shoe

A mystery waiting
so eager to unfold
I tossed you aside
then your roots took hold

And what I saw later
was the biggest surprise
you blossomed to life
shedding your tiny disguise

Once barren and brown
with a prickly outer shell
now all grown up
birthed from where you fell

It’s amazing to see
what you’ve become
once such a nuisance
now flourishing in the sun

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Thinking of you…

~ ~M ~ 12 Comments

I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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My phantom friend

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Capture

Orbs of light
dance before me.

Iridescent illusions
begging for attention.

Wisps of wonderment,
mesmerizing and bizarre.

Veiled splendor,
yearning for notice.

Hidden behind
a harsh reality.

And I say…
“I see you.”

My heartfelt wish
is that she’ll keep on dancing

And in nebulous purple,
she remains my phantom friend.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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Unraveling steel threads

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She grew tired
Of knowing
And tired
Of pretending
For one
Can’t easily forget
A hidden agenda
Emblazoned
In neon orange

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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Always in a crowd

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No matter day nor time
He’s mysteriously there
Often presenting himself
As a charming reflection
Or sometimes merely peering
Through airy sheers
As if lost in another dimension
And when I see his hazy image
Forming late at night
Standing casually by the curb
Under that old, misty lamp post
I’m fully convinced
That my delusions
Are fully functioning
As the churning whirls of smoke
Find their way
Over to my door
Each captivating puff
Curling up against my nose
Alighting my senses
With the waft of bygone days
Ones that could never be forgotten
Even though their existence
Is a fallacy in itself

© 2019 Michelle Cook

For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Always in a crowd