He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/old-book-small-dandelion-faded-2256073/
It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.
And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.
With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.
But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.
My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.
It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/heart-pink-ribbon-greeting-card-2448640/
I’ve sat here all day,
racking my brain;
with a prompt like this,
I may go insane.
But this is what I’ve been given,
words that will never inspire,
and I’m feeling quite desperate,
might need to conspire.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/wildflower-girl-meadow-pink-1031520/
Writing prompt: Redneck Rodeo and Pink posies
We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.
I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.
The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages
He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.
She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.
Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.
But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.
Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.
She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Poetry prompt: I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts. This is day 2… Road radio blues.
Her Writing Haven 