I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
reflection
Even from afar
Words cannot express
Everything you are
I’ve loved you forever
Even from afar
And on those days
That are cold and bleak
It’s you that I miss
You’re the one I seek
I cannot deny
The things I feel
It’s you that I love
These emotions are real
You’ll always be there
Concealed in my heart
The place where we never
Have to be apart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Listen to your mother…
One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
Monday musings
It’s easy to feel lost
In a world so grand
With thousands of people
Who cannot understand
We’re just one small speck
In a universe so vast
The memory of our lives
Will someday be left in the past
So be all that you can
In this brief life you’ve been given
And don’t ever forget
To spend each day truly livin
Always remember this
It’s never too late to start anew
And try to give everyone in your life
The very best of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
A Peeping Poet
It’s a crisp fall morning
As she carefully dips her toes
There’s a hidden alcove there
Where nobody goes
The water is calm
So very peaceful and serene
And she washes discreetly
Mindful she isn’t seen
A sudden splash and ripple
Quickly catch her attention
And she shields her breasts
In modest apprehension
But it’s only just a loon
Seeking out its prey
And her fear subsides
As the majestic creature flies away
Back to her bathing
She becomes lost in introspection
So she bends down slowly
To look at her reflection
She sees a stubby little nose
With wide blue eyes
And there’s a small pointy chin
Which she’d like to disguise
Her blurred image
Stares back for quite awhile
And something about it
Suddenly makes her smile
She lets out an embarrassed giggle
After realizing she’s been seen
She happens to notice a poet
Has come upon the scene
I’m so sorry I reply
To disturb you in the nude
I wanted to capture the moment
Even though I see it was rather rude
Please go on with your bathing
And I’ll return from where I came
And next time I see you
I’ll try my best to refrain
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The Painting is, September Morn. By Paul Émile Chabas
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