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
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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.
I met a man
Tall n skinny
Ebony skin
Eyes new guinea
His rough hands
Overlapped my own
Wide smiles
Set the tone
Kindness felt
Filling my heart
Sad at last
When we did part
Never even
Caught his name
Moments like these
Never leave us the same
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The morning rush
Leaves me dizzy
Cars here n there
Everyone is busy
I just can’t focus
My nerves are shot
I loosen my tie
But still I’m hot
Not even my coffee
Is helping today
My chest is tight
The sky is gray
The air looks thick
So I hold my breath
Wonder if it’ll help
To delay my death
The day drags on
I try to stay awake
But my coffee is cold
No time for a break
I sit up straight
As the boss walks by
And when he’s passed
I cough out a sigh
The clock is ticking
Louder by the minute
There’s one more hour
But I’ve reached my limit
Finally it’s time
Adrenaline fills me up
But now there’s traffic
My shoulders slump
My grip tightens
Patience worn thin
Still in disbelief
Over the jam I’m in
I spy an opening
The sea finally parts
I almost jump for joy
As the cars begin to start
The way at last clear
I feel like I could cry
But I choke back the tears
Though I don’t know why
I at last take my place
In the race against time
Flying through intersections
Like I’m fleeing a crime
There’s one final hurdle
I’ll see home at last
Grateful to leave mayhem
In rear views past
© 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 the first one… Mad morning mayhem.
Her Writing Haven 