Slip into my thoughts
Dwell within my mind
Cover me in kisses
Help me to unwind
Wrap yourself around me
Give me all you are
Let us never part
Leave me never far
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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As last year fades
into fond memories of bliss,
and we treasure what we had
in every warm and loving kiss,
I promise to be here
whenever you’re ready
with a dedicated shoulder
to hold you steady.
I’ll shed no tears
for the times when you’re gone
because when you’re here
I know we’ll be strong.
Our unexplainable bond
can never be broken,
for it goes much deeper
than that which is spoken.
You’re the everything
that brightens my days,
and I will love you for now
and forever, always…xo
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Poetry prompt:
He tends the garden of her heart
Where blooms’ fade brings new life
Damp and decaying like timeworn leather, the
wind stirs each fossilized apparition.
Holding fast against the sultry winds of
time; clinging, dependent, on limp limbs. These
creaky extremities reach for silhouetted faces,
haunting shadows with limited life. And in
withered strain feeble fists persevere, while the
sufferings of the season wilt within the crowd.
Littering the pavement like languorous petals,
inky remembrances of rosier days pass on.
In the bleakness of the night with a
shudder and a sigh, wasting away in the wet
rot of decomposing rainbows. Now black
and spoiled against the barren bough.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
*Golden Shovel Poetry Writing Exercise
The only rule for this type of poem is that each word of your source poem must appear as the last word of each line in your poem—and they should be in the order that they appear in the original. Your poem will contain as many lines as your source poem has words.
Here’s the poem I chose to use. (So if you read down my poem, the end of each line uses all these words in order.)
In the Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
by Ezra Pound
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It all began
on wrinkle road
a story so profound
it must be told
But who am I
to expose the truth
and knowing the world
they’ll just want proof
So back n forth I go
holding my tongue
with sweaty hands
ready to be wrung
Juicy details
begging to burst
but I’m just me
and my lips are pursed
Looking around
no soul to tell
helps quiet my mind
and the images quell
So I’ll save my story
for another day
too good to tell
anyway
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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*On my recent adventure to visit my family, I encountered a road named Wrinkle Rd. I was driving about in the middle of nowhere when I saw the road, and the name just sort of stuck with me for the rest of the day. So after much deliberation, I finally decided to challenge myself to write about it. But too many thoughts were racing through my head as I pondered such a place, and in the end, it seemed like a place of unlimited possibilities. So I leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide what profound things may happen on Wrinkle Rd. Maybe you can even write your own story or poem about what you think goes on there. ~M xo
The sun is always rising from your pocket.
A song is ever frolicking in your hair.
The ground is perpetually dancing beneath your feet.
Delight is incessantly playing in your eyes.
And in shimmery rays of glory,
the color of life is forever found in you.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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*Sunshine – the light given off by the star around which the planet Earth revolves.
(My daughter… you are this light).
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