Poetry

Now the winter shivers

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Now the winter shivers
In this barren land.
Near and far the echoes
Without a welcome hand.

Now the winter clamors
As naysayers pave the way.
The vile commence each battle
What more is there to say.

Dimmer than the most atrocious
On the crowning of darkest night.
Sure-footed soldiers march into battle
Prepared for one more fight.

The world lies in anguish
No longer praying for relief.
Smack dab in the pit of sorrow
Buried in inescapable grief.

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The rhyme and meter of this poem, were inspired by the poetic works of Edna St. Vincent Millay, who wrote “Autumn Chant,” which can be found here.

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Words

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Words
I wrestle with them.
Some are just worth fighting for.

And even one good word can make life worth living — bringing hope to a day, which might otherwise be dark and dismal.

But a bad word can be so disheartening — often reminds me of a rosebud that wilts before it ever has the chance to bloom.

If only our words could always be like rainbows,
we’d never have to feel so gray.

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Apathetic

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I am living,
but I’m not living.
Been lost in a tailspin
of leftovers,
and today
I crashed.
Jumbled pieces of me
lie strewn about.
I don’t know which
to pick up first,
so I do nothing
as usual.

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Revering Snowflakes

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Alabaster
in purest form.

Frozen diamonds
like tears from heaven.

Shimmery flecks
woven by the breath of winter.

Delicate intricacies
formed with care.

Fashioned for wonder
by the hand of God.

A split second miracle
marveled by all.

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Solemn wishes

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Amid a fire
Built for two
I solemnly sit
And think of you

And I wonder
How this life would be
If you were ever
Here with me

I know the answers
Are so close by
Found within the depths
Of every sigh

What we share
Isn’t going away
This is how I know
We will find a way

© 2019 Michelle Cook