This fragrant garden
The one you’ve captured me in
Still catches my breath
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Baby basil and contagious hiccups
Gadgets and gizmos,
trinkets with silvery trims,
these were the things
that were most important to him.
The old, cranberry carpet
was forever threadbare,
but that was no worry
because daddy didn’t care.
His only real concern
were his shiny new toys,
and when mama would yell,
he’d just block out the noise.
The house was rather unkempt
and in dire need of repair,
but my dear old dad,
he never did despair.
He’d just shrug his shoulders,
in his nonchalant way, because
there was nothing he loved more
than all his junk and disarray.
I think mama finally gave up
cause she knew she’d never win.
Nobody could ever change him;
it’s just the way he’s always been.
I guess I’m secretly proud
that he never gave in.
I think people should stay true
to their passions within.
There’s no telling who he’d be
if mama had had her way,
and I surely wouldn’t be
the person I am today.
So thank you, Dad,
for being true to who you are.
I still love you so very much,
even from afar.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos
The dark mask he wore
Was only hers to remove
The price was her heart
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Masked men and stolen kisses
I find myself swimming
In the depths of your stare
Sometimes I look too long
Completely unaware
And yet you smile back
Catching me and my gaze
Knowing full well
How much you amaze
And I wonder how you do it
How I get so lost in your eyes
All-consuming intensity
The fire never dies
I can always feel you
Even if we don’t touch
It’s like fireworks in my soul
Because I love you so much
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I love being wrapped in the
warmth of a summer sun-ray
or doused in the drizzle
of an unexpected storm.
I love waking up to the sound
of a lazy locomotive
or finding myself lost in a dream
holding hands with the one I love.
I love listening to the whimsical
notes of wind chimes
or falling under the spell of a
tranquil, babbling brook.
I love being silly while dancing
and singing my heart out
or laughing til my stomach aches,
tasting my own tears.
I love rolling out of bed early
to behold a sunrise in full bloom
or staying up late stargazing
on a blanket spread for two.
I love feeling the warmth of soft
sand squishing between my toes
or listening to boundless waves
as they break along the shore.
I love witnessing the colorful birth
of a brand new spring season
or gazing upon a baby bird
stretching its wings for first flight.
I love watching the pure
beauty of a fresh fallen snow
or hearing the rumble of thunder
dancing across an amethyst sky.
I love thinking about all these
things, the things I truly love.
The world is such a magical place
when we choose to see the magic.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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