Poetry

Her Secret Place…

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Beneath the silvery moon sky
She kisses all her cares goodbye

Barefoot and free
She races down to the sea

In the soft glow of the night
She dances in pure delight

Her emotions are heightened
Yet she is not frightened

The breezy ocean air
Runs fingers through her hair

The cool salty mist
Gives a soft gentle kiss

She embraces the touch
From this place she loves so much

She is pleased by her endeavor
But knows she cannot stay forever

Her heart is heavy and torn
Creases of it now aged and worn

She reaches down underneath the sand
Capturing the tiny pieces in the palm of her hand

Gently blowing the colored crystals away
She promises to come back another day

© 2018 Michelle Cook

I feel lost…

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I feel lost
In a vast sea
One that no longer
Recognizes me
Why must the tide
Ebb and flow
Wish it would stay
But it always goes

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Almost there…

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I’m at the very brink of rhetoric and rhyme
And I can almost taste each and every delicious word

These savory and sensational tidbits
Have begun to form on the furthermost tip of my tongue

The texture and flavor of each specific thought
Bursts forth with vitality from my baffled brain

Tickling and teasing the remainder of my senses
As words spew spontaneously and sporadically

Each notion captured in a technological realm of space
Where perceptions and ideas flood the world

© 2018 Michelle Cook

We’d be free… free just to be.

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I wish I had a friend who would pretend with me once more
Masquerading away the day, we’d be silly and free
Free to be a princess, a pirate, or even a superhero
Regardless of whomever we wanted to be
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be five once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would ride bikes with me all day
Riding around the neighborhood, we’d be silly and free
Free to explore the park, the zoo, or even the beach
Regardless of wherever we wanted to go
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be ten once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would spend some time with me
Bumming around together, we’d be silly and free
Free to hang out at the arcade, go bowling, or even catch a movie
Regardless of whatever we decided to do
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be fifteen once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who could understand what I’m going through
Never-ending late night talks, we’d be silly and free
Free to discover who we are, speak honestly, and become forever friends
Regardless of whatever we discovered about each other
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would help me make tough decisions
Coming alongside me, we’d be silly and free
Free to dream, think, and consider the future
Regardless of whatever we planned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty-five once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would help me be a better parent
Giving me some guidance, we’d be silly and free
Free to learn how to cope, adjust, and love unconditionally
Regardless of whatever we learned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who could help me fix my marriage
Lending me their shoulder, we’d be silly and free
Free to face problems together, comfort one another, and give compassion
Regardless of whatever we experienced
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty-five once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would make me feel young again
Through words of reassurance, we’d be silly and free
Free to laugh at ourselves, cry at times, and encourage one another
Regardless of our age
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who lived nearby
Through close moments spent together, we’d be silly and free
Free to see each other face to face, always welcoming a loving embrace
Regardless of life’s turmoil
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty-five once again…
To feel alive again…

To be continued when I’m older…

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The wonders of a beautiful afternoon

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In the stillness of the day
I sit quietly and reflect
On all the wondrous things
I so often tend to neglect

I become fully entranced
By the soft billowy clouds
Which are often forgotten
Amongst the bustle of the crowds

The flowers captivate me too
Each one smiling at the sun
Seems God’s perfect glory
Can never be outdone

The trees all leisurely sway
To the beat of the zealous breeze
And the bees and the wild things hum
To the rustling of tender leaves

There’s magic in the air
Drifting along on a waft of sweet perfume
And I’m lost once again
To the wonders of a beautiful afternoon

© 2018 Michelle Cook