I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing
It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way
And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood
For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Waterspout wishes
Once a bird on a wire
She knew he’d fly away
For this was what he always did
Whenever his world turned gray
And after countless farewells
She finally vacated his space
So tired of his fabrications
And of always being replaced
For it wasn’t worth the heartache
Or even the fight of holding on
So she left him where he’d left her
Until he really was gone
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Beauty displays herself
In fragrant wisps
Of thyme
During midday wishes
She’s at
Her prime
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Heather pink
I just spent two long hours
Pouring out how I feel
Then deleted all the words
That I wanted to conceal
I was rambling on
And nothing made sense
I feel like everything I say
Is in self-defense
I guess I’m just feeling lost
Because everyone is gone
And most don’t understand
How I’ve felt all along
And so the tears have won again
Like they sometimes do
I guess this is just what happens
When I find myself missing you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste
The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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