The verbena still grows
lovelier than ever,
vibrant in violet,
ever reaching toward
the noonday sun.
And yet here I am
in a state of utter confusion,
still looking at the world
through the dullest
shades of gray.
I’m increasingly in awe
of all the flowers in the fields,
the way they sit so simply,
poised in elegance
and imbued with grace.
I reckon I’m more like
the alabaster artichokes,
colorless and thorny on the edges,
still waiting for my chance to revel
in the realm of my full potential.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/flowers-verbena-violet-blossom-756181/
Writing prompt: Vibrant verbena and alabaster artichokes
There I was,
a tarnished piece of nothingness,
just another fowl crumb of an existence,
with all the potential of a rain gutter,
yet still, you chose me.
You unearthed my shameful soul
and held me lovingly in the palm of your hand.
Then, after peeling away mounds of corroded debris,
I was no longer a piece of blackened chaff.
Instead, I became your prized gem,
an anomaly I hadn’t foreseen.
And your sovereign hand still continues,
to unfold each gossamer petal of my potential,
showing the world what real love can do.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/landscape-sky-dark-clouds-storm-342149/
Isn’t it true
There’s a writer in you?
Can’t you see
All you’re meant to be?
Why would you be here
If this weren’t true?
Best get to writing
It’s expected of you. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook