Hello Everyone,
I’ve posted a new creative project over on my other blog “https://ellieevermore.com/” Please have a look if you’re searching for a new creative project idea. 😉
Rooted in Magic Dresser Project
Have a wonderful rest of your week! ~M (Aka Ellie) xoxo
I’m trying to be better about reaching out,
to be more intentional with my words,
but oh, how I fail miserably.
There is never enough time
for every person I love
and for every person who loves me.
I wrestle with being able to give enough of myself,
but at the same time,
I’m trying to save some of myself just for me.
Oh, what a predicament!
One day, I will be done trying;
my body will at last wear out,
and I’ll be lost to the wind,
scattered on some sorrowful breeze,
on some unexpected lonesome day.
Will I have done enough?
Maybe it won’t matter
because maybe in the grand scheme of things,
I am just me — a tiny particle of dust
who doesn’t stand a chance
of making any difference at all.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Curves… what can I say?
I think mine have all come to stay.
Some of them are nice, others appalling,
but the ones who love me still consider me darling.
I think my best curves are the ones on display,
but even those seem to frighten some away.
Are people jealous or just in fear?
I’m just glad my curves will probably never disappear.
I think the best part of being curvy,
is using those curves when the guys get pervy.
Flaunting can be so much fun
especially when the taunting makes them come undone.
I think everyone should consider the benefits of curves,
even if they do sometimes get on your nerves.
A squishy body is something to be adored,
and if you marry a curvy woman, you’ll never be bored.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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A pot of tea
steeping slow
allowed the conversation
to drift, then flow
A trembling hand
a splatter of cream
all witnessed beneath
a summer sunbeam
Starting with a look
a blooming glance
the wind stirred
in the sight of romance
Blushing boughs offered
a chance alone
doing all the things
some would never condone
With the wide old oak
shielding their play
prying eyes
slowly crept away
Rousing smiles rendered
a half giggle or two
as heartstrings seized
love anew
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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They sense
the pull
the tug
the distance
resistance
They feel
every thought
every question
every emotion
commotion
They know
the reality
the truth
the lies
sighs
They see
every move
every look
every disguise
wise
They love
the good
the bad
the best
blessed
They give
every piece
every purpose
every chance
romance
They bring
the fun
the hope
the laughter
banter
They are
every day
every way
every moment
ours
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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