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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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
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Unraveling steel threads
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
As the ink slowly drips
Conjuring its spell
I give myself over
To the desires that dwell
I watch the words forming
In a vapory haze
Leaving me sickened
Weary and dazed
Stretching the bounds
Of my disjointed affliction
I write through hell
For this is my addiction
Lured once again
By this mysterious fate
These are moments
I live to hate
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The town of Milmonyville
Was such a curious place
Lined with quaint shops
Filled with wares of fine taste
It was like stepping back in time
As you walked down the street
And men would tip their hats
To every woman that they’d greet
Most thought it rather odd
That the people were so welcoming
And many would never go back
Because they found it so unsettling
It was almost as if the town
Was too perfect in some regards
Everything was polished and sparkling
Something you couldn’t disregard
And that old town of Milmonyville
Is still a mystery even today
Especially after heaps of bodies
Were found floating in their pristine bay
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The mystery of Milmonyville
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