In dreams, we stand
along the shore
against the waves
we can’t ignore.
The threat of turmoil
swirls at our feet,
but we both know
there’s no defeat.
For when we stand,
we abide together,
a bond so strong
it can’t be weathered.
Our love more resilient
with every tide,
shipwrecked we’d be
without the other beside.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-science-fiction-future-5999200/
I’m a mood catcher;
I have no defense,
emotions they all stick to me,
leaving me tense.
And I have to admit;
it’s annoying as hell
to catch a mood
that leaves me unwell.
I’m usually happy
and slow to anger,
but when a mood is present,
you’ll feel the danger.
I’m like a balloon
filling up with hot air,
too much, and boom,
you don’t wanna go there.
My body can detonate
in an explosive fit;
all my rage can make an army,
cower and quit.
So please don’t infect me
with your lousy mood;
you might soon regret
your attitude.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gorilla-monkey-ape-animal-mammal-1416459/
*Thanks to my daughter Auti for picking out the photo. Guess she’s implying something here about her mama. Lol…
Choosing what to remember,
often looking beyond,
time has been kind to me;
the memories are fond.
I could sink into a slew
of unfavorable recollections,
but my heart knows the cost
of unsightly reflections.
So the bright side wins out,
neither a regret nor a sigh,
and I never feel too bad
when my head is in the sky.
Others may decide to loiter
in the pit of despair,
but why would sensible me
ever choose to go there.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/young-woman-sitting-overlooking-731142/
We’re the ones
who didn’t stay,
just kinda wanted
to go our own way.
Those who stayed
are still mostly the same,
and nobody really knows
who we became.
Cause when you don’t stay,
they just don’t know,
and who you were
becomes a distant show.
We took a leap
and found an open door,
and what we discovered
couldn’t be more.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/family-sunset-friendship-friends-2609528/
It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.
And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.
With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.
But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.
My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.
It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/heart-pink-ribbon-greeting-card-2448640/
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