We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.
I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.
The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://unsplash.com/photos/BjhUu6BpUZA
Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages
I’ve been away
Not had much to say
Been in a quiet place
Inside a forgotten space
Letting my thoughts swirl
While my feet uncurl
Feeling happy and carefree
As I find the inner me
Enjoying a different view
While still holding on to you
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit:https://pixabay.com/photos/relax-alone-meditate-person-young-569318/
Do you have a muse,
someone who inspires;
do they always stand by you
no matter what transpires.
Do they turn your dull days
into momentous occasions;
do they motivate you
with very little persuasion.
Have you found your soulmate,
the one who anchors your feet;
are they the sort of person
who makes you feel complete.
Have you captured the one
who loves you as an equal;
do they bring purpose to your life
and not another boring sequel.
Do you belong to that someone
who always helps you grow;
are you with the one person
you always wanted to know.
Are you with that one love
you can’t live without,
or are you living your life
full of endless days of doubt.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-dream-cartoon-drawing-2521221/
There is no hope
for the hopeless,
for they’re as lost
as they’ve always been.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/burnout-mourning-depression-psyche-2048574/
The afternoon settles
into a quiet calm.
But it’s here
in this noiseless state,
where I find myself interrupted
by restless winds.
Those unexpected currents
stir up buried memories
of regretful sighs
and uneasy bitter truths.
Then with trepidation
coursing through my veins,
a quiet declaration is made.
I move in silent determination,
carefully traversing
those frustrating fields,
where chaotic blooms
begin to mushroom in my mind.
At last taking control,
seizing those past reflections,
wrestling with the delirium
of all those unspoken things.
And finally after hours
of agonizing lamentations,
those lingering grievances
begin to crumble
inside an iron-gripped will.
All those listless thoughts
long in their coming,
turning to ash,
fluttering lifelessly to the ground,
tasting their very last words.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: Pixabay.com
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