thoughts

Do you have a muse?

~ ~M ~ 39 Comments

Do you have a muse,
someone who inspires;
do they always stand by you
no matter what transpires.
Do they turn your dull days
into momentous occasions;
do they motivate you
with very little persuasion.

Have you found your soulmate,
the one who anchors your feet;
are they the sort of person
who makes you feel complete.
Have you captured the one
who loves you as an equal;
do they bring purpose to your life
and not another boring sequel.

Do you belong to that someone
who always helps you grow;
are you with the one person
you always wanted to know.
Are you with that one love
you can’t live without,
or are you living your life
full of endless days of doubt.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Starry wishes

~ ~M ~ 12 Comments

I sit here all alone
under a bright starry sky,
waiting for a meteor
to streak right by.

And in the twinkling darkness,
my thoughts carry me to you;
you always loved the nights
as much as I do.

I think back to the “us” times
under slivers of a sultry moon;
those moments spent together
always evaporated way too soon.

I remember sharing so much
as the hours lost their way,
never an awkward moment
as we always had so much to say.

The years have all passed by now,
but the memories are still so near;
and I think of you so often,
ever wishing you were here.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Regarding life

~ ~M ~ 20 Comments

Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Meandering thoughts…

~ ~M ~ 35 Comments

As spring bleeds into summer,
I know fall will soon usher in,
and the memories of you
will just become more vivid.
This was your season,
the one my dream foretold.

You were happiest here
amongst the acorns
and the cottonwood trees.
And you never missed a chance
to tell me how it was the song
of your heart.

As more memories flood me now,
I wrestle with the wind
as it disrupts my tears;
a cold hand for comfort
is all it can offer my soul.

The light of you
left my path long ago.
But I still see you
in every golden leaf
that glides my way.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Bent bristles and blended bananas

~ ~M ~ 6 Comments

You were the bent bristles
against my skin,
causing me to rethink
the situation I was in.

Your continuous brushing
left me wanting more;
I could finally see a rainbow
peeking through my door.

The color you displayed
forever touched my heart,
and my world turned so gray
when at last, we had to part.

Sort of like blended bananas
when they’re left out all day,
their pretty yellow hue
turns the color of dismay.

And it’s so very sad
the way we both had to leave;
the mere thought
is still so hard to conceive.

But at long last,
I’m seeing color once again;
my rainbow was always here
nestled deep within.

I think I was holding on
too tight to your light
when all along,
this was really just my fight.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Writing prompt: Bent bristles and blended bananas