Player

In the shadows he stands
waiting for a muse
but not just anyone
is perfect for his clues

He has a way with words
philosophical charm
the kind of spirit
that would never cause harm

And it’s interesting to see
the way that he plays
the vibe he gives off
seductively stays

If I had to predict
who he’ll eventually choose
It’ll be the kind of lover
who seeks to amuse

He craves an audience
hoping for a chance
to share his artistic endeavors
while still radiating romance

Surly he’ll receive
all that he’s after
poised and ready
to be somebody’s master

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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Potential

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…

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

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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