A fool can’t see
all he holds so near,
yet others do;
it’s often crystal clear.
So then that special gift,
or treasure at hand,
finds its wings,
but he can’t understand.
And that’s the way
love eventually escapes;
the heart loses hope,
and then it breaks.
There is a way, though,
to hold on to the prize,
but it only happens
if we realize.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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As last year fades
into fond memories of bliss,
and we treasure what we had
in every warm and loving kiss,
I promise to be here
whenever you’re ready
with a dedicated shoulder
to hold you steady.
I’ll shed no tears
for the times when you’re gone
because when you’re here
I know we’ll be strong.
Our unexplainable bond
can never be broken,
for it goes much deeper
than that which is spoken.
You’re the everything
that brightens my days,
and I will love you for now
and forever, always…xo
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Poetry prompt:
He tends the garden of her heart
Where blooms’ fade brings new life
Time
Where does it go?
Can anyone tell me
Does anyone know?
We only hold so much
When will it run out?
I don’t have enough
Of that I have no doubt
The gentle breeze blows
Trying to reassure
But there’s something not right
Of that I am quite sure
I don’t have enough time
I know I never will
Time is such a burden
Until the day at last we’re still
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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I had to say goodbye,
not because of what was said
but because of the unsaid.
Your words just never materialized,
and words being as they are,
the lifeblood of my being,
I began to die from the lack of them.
Long ago, I knew your words so intimately,
but then they remained frozen,
resting frigidly on the tip of your tongue.
And even though I trusted you in earnest
with the conviction of a true believer,
you stopped being as you were,
the truth and spirit in you unrecognizable,
just a breath away from mine.
Your silence flooded my body,
and I was drowned by words
that never surfaced.
You felt empty to me
like ashes in somber refrain.
And the wind took you quietly away from me
on a path that never belonged to me.
It was in that moment I realized
we were never meant to be
because real love speaks
from deeply buried places
and never runs out of words.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
You’re the echo inside me,
the harmonious voice
inside my head.
Your words reverberate,
mimicking my mind,
every thought spilled,
phantasmic and fluidly formed.
Mutually manifested magic
is all we’ve ever really known.
Why need we even speak
the thoughts that dwell within
while we cheat mediocrity
bathing in buckets of bliss.
Maybe it’s the glory gained
by hearing ourselves think
beyond the breadth of others
in a oneness all our own.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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