A million poems
She attempted to start
For him who was there
Deep in her heart
But words could never capture
All she wanted to say
Every heartfelt thought
Seemed to flutter away
And in the end
She despised her mind
For it just couldn’t convey
All she desperately pined
So she gave up trying
Determined to let go
Of all those hidden words
That her heart didn’t know
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur
Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus
An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?
And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration
Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote
Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory
There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control
And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge
So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Some people are so free
With the words they say
Seems like they enjoy
Giving everything away
And then there are others
Who aren’t so audacious
They understand the cost
Of being too flirtatious
And still there are others
Who abide halfway
We can’t always tell
What they’re meaning to say
I personally like the ones
Who are somewhere in between
It’s always fun to guess
What they really mean
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Round the cauldron
They all took turns
Blathering their opinions
Cackling their concerns
A quadrivial group
Gossiping away
Nothing but prattle
In which to say
Their brimstone elixir
Fizzled and bubbled
But after listening to their words
The concoction grew troubled
Then with a sudden eruption
And an unforeseen flash
Those four old biddies
Well they all turned to ash
And all anyone can relay
About that unspeakable day
Is that their beloved potion
Must have had some repressed emotion
A reminder to be careful what you say. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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