Summer breezes graze
Each blade of grass
Whipping up the current
With a little bit of sass
The vibe it creates
Brings a surge of fun
Even as the day
Is now nearly done
The memory it leaves
Is an everlasting treasure
Moments like these
Just cannot be measured
It’s so hard to say goodbye
And yet we must go
As the sun begins to sink
Beneath its heavenly glow
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Sinking beneath
The waves of regret
She remains so lost
No rescuer yet
And though she prays
For a wave of relief
She’s still consumed
By unending grief
Tonight she knows
She can’t continue on
By morning she feels
She’ll finally be gone
And so with ease
She lets herself fade
Telling herself
She can’t be afraid
By dawn her body
Will be limp and still
No longer used
As some cheap thrill
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Many loves
She did find
Ever existing in
The hopeless kind
Hearts scattered
Far and wide
None of them ever
By her side
Fond remembrances
Of what couldn’t be
Heart still breaking
Wanting free
Empty reflections
Left in the mirror
Hidden behind
One final tear
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Embedded between
Every worn page and fold
Some stories beg to be read
While others just want to be told
Simple black lettering
Has so much to tell
The story’s whole purpose
Is to put you under its spell
Each book can charm
Captivate and delight
Some can bring a smile
While others fill us with fright
But every unique word
Seems to have the same effect
It pushes the reader to learn
And quite often reflect
And by the end of our lives
We’ve shared hundreds more
For each book that we read
Is another life explored
Every story is a vast world
Created by a dream
Filled to the very brim
With secrets bursting at the seams
And I think that I like knowing
That there is always a book to explore
For a chance to live through another’s dream
Is something we should never ignore
© 2018 Michelle Cook
There’s a jumbled mess
Inside my head
Really should
Withdraw to bed
Words plunder
My will for sleep
Inside my mind
They slowly creep
Each syllable beckons
Insisting I play along
My willpower can’t resist
It just isn’t that strong
So I write another stanza
Affixing it to the page
The only place which allows me
To set my own stage
Excitement pours forth
As I’m just about done
And I hear the crowds react
As my magic is spun
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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