I adore the ones
who let love in
not everyone has
the capacity within
The ones who do
were made for me
they’re the only ones
who set me free
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Beauty lies in exquisite little things
and oh, the joy each one can bring
Tiny buds shooting up from the earth
does anyone notice their undeniable worth
A small hand that reaches out
when time is short and heartaches about
Do we see the love that’s clearly there
or do we sit uninterested without a care
The look from a friend, be it human or pet
compassions eye, causing us not to fret
Do we open our hearts and let the love rush in
as that smiling face tries to warm us from within
A tree that sways from a forest glen
welcoming us back time n time again
Do we notice how it gives a place to rest our feet
offering us a spot for introspection and retreat
The sky filled with glory of the heavenly kind
taking our breath away when we need to rewind
Do we stop and take notice, capturing the delight
or instead, look away, never noticing the light
The gift of a kind gesture, a selfless act from purest love
perhaps the presence of angels sent from above
Maybe we don’t see the treasure that’s always been right there
plagued by hardships and suffering, are we completely unaware?
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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A fool can’t see
all he holds so near,
yet others do;
it’s often crystal clear.
So then that special gift,
or treasure at hand,
finds its wings,
but he can’t understand.
And that’s the way
love eventually escapes;
the heart loses hope,
and then it breaks.
There is a way, though,
to hold on to the prize,
but it only happens
if we realize.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Time
Where does it go?
Can anyone tell me
Does anyone know?
We only hold so much
When will it run out?
I don’t have enough
Of that I have no doubt
The gentle breeze blows
Trying to reassure
But there’s something not right
Of that I am quite sure
I don’t have enough time
I know I never will
Time is such a burden
Until the day at last we’re still
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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I had to say goodbye,
not because of what was said
but because of the unsaid.
Your words just never materialized,
and words being as they are,
the lifeblood of my being,
I began to die from the lack of them.
Long ago, I knew your words so intimately,
but then they remained frozen,
resting frigidly on the tip of your tongue.
And even though I trusted you in earnest
with the conviction of a true believer,
you stopped being as you were,
the truth and spirit in you unrecognizable,
just a breath away from mine.
Your silence flooded my body,
and I was drowned by words
that never surfaced.
You felt empty to me
like ashes in somber refrain.
And the wind took you quietly away from me
on a path that never belonged to me.
It was in that moment I realized
we were never meant to be
because real love speaks
from deeply buried places
and never runs out of words.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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