Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I once spent a tarnished red cent
for a man who was undeniably hell-bent
on being an obnoxious
and gibberish gent.
And I knew for certain
I shouldn’t have wasted my token,
but I felt so sorry
when the man’s doohickey became broken.
To this day, I still wonder
if I’ll ever finally learn
not to let a man’s problems be
of any of my concern.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/girl-woman-depression-3629520/
Writing prompt: Gibberish gents and dog-eared doohickies
Summer days with dad
We never knew what we’d find
Fishing off the pier
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/fishing-dad-daughter-sunset-nature-4553149/
Writing prompt: Smelly smells and freaky finds
Bubbling frothy brews
Too many goodies to choose
Childhood memories
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/treat-market-stand-boy-sweets-1120369/
Writing prompt: Fizzy treats and powdered elephant ears
With firmly shut eyes
and a flick of her wrist,
the incantation rolled easily
off the tip of her tongue.
And as she spoke
those gracious words,
a magical menagerie
of spinning sparks
flickered to life
in pulsating dances
radiating their resplendence
for all the world to see.
It was an unforgettable spectacle
worthy of wonder
which, would ultimately change
the course of time.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/sparkler-firework-celebrate-1835387/
Writing prompt: The sorcerers staff and the wise child
Her Writing Haven 