Where to start
With a paper heart
Uniquely delicate
And gossamer thin
With a pale almost
Colorless skin
Can there be
A more fragile design?
This is why paper hearts
Get left behind
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: paper heart
thoughts
June Ann
I have a new friend
And her name’s June Ann
And oh what a joy she really is
She sends me plenty of thoughtful notes
And I laugh as she boasts
Cause she tells me what a good writer I am
And there’s nothing better for my self-pride
Than to have a friend come along beside
And give me the encouragement I need
So thank you June Ann
For offering me your sweet hand
And being an example of how a true friend should be
It’s people like you
Who keep the rest of us from being blue
Because you’re there when we need you the most
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Dedicated to my friend, June Ann.
Rubbish
Writing through writer’s block… Take #347 😉
It’s a bright sunny day
Hardly a cloud in the sky
And yet I’m at a loss for words
And I don’t really know why
There’s plenty of things
I’m sure I could write about
Instead I just sit here
With such rubbish coming out
Many people have told me
To give it a rest
Some say it’s simply
Just a meaningful test
But without determination
How can I ever overcome
Isn’t this the best way
To get out of my slum
This poor keyboard
Has seen better days
And she’s begging me to stop
This foolhardy craze
And yet I’m determined to write
If it’s the last thing I do
Sorry if you’ve gotta suffer with me
Though all of this too
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Words
Words
I’ve used a million
And that’s quite enough
In my opinion
Yet impulse clings
Urging me on
Even when desire
Has all but gone
Motivation
Just won’t relent
Keeps reminding me
I’m not done yet
And so I get up
And off I go
Waiting for inspiration
To commence the flow
Then wretched time
Steps right in
Stalling the words
Just as they begin
I start to wonder
Will I ever finish
Before my words
Do finally diminish
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The stars stood on standby
The stars stood on standby
Each one wordlessly waiting for a sign
To move their fixed positions
And finally realign
Yet the gesture never came
And so they kept their rooted stances
Waiting in anticipation
For a word from the far expanses
Cynicism made them grow dim
And caused some to fall from the heavens
And those are the few
Who have left considerable impressions
The remainder still wait
In a state of restless apprehension
Biding their time
In the hopes of a fourth dimension
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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