I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing
It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way
And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood
For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Waterspout wishes
His eyes they sparkle
Like the shining sea
Whenever he smiles
Looking at me
And I blush in response
To his mischievous grin
Oh the heap of trouble
We often get in
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Savoring the thrill
Of his tempestuous kiss
He ravaged her soul
In a moment of bliss
She couldn’t catch her breath
His hands were tangled in her hair
And of everything else around her
She was completely unaware
Time seemed to stop
There was nowhere to go
The universe still remained
And yet the day she did not know
For she had lost all awareness
In the nonexistent realm of reality
And all that she remembered
Was what he wanted her to see
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Savoring the thrill
With such little time
I must break free
Of all the darkness
Surrounding me
For light and love
Are surely near
The fact of that
Will soon be clear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Echoing desires
There’s a chill in the air
A sure sign of change
The same shivery feeling
Found in breezes of the past
And while déjà vu goosebumps
Leave me to ponder present time
The atmosphere is unsympathetic
As I wrestle with these thoughts
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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