Heather pink

Heather pink

Beauty displays herself
In fragrant wisps
Of thyme
During midday wishes
She’s at
Her prime

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Heather pink

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Sweet dreams

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I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste

The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Dismal days

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Dismal days
Are all the craze
Everyone’s living
In a haze
Could this be
Just a phase
Or are we stuck
In a repeating maze
Look at the way
People gaze
So many lost
In a doleful daze
Will we ever find
Those hopeful rays
Or stay prisoners of
Depressive waves
Can we all give
Encouraging praise
Or will morosity
Be what stays
Everyone has a choice
To change their ways
Kindness has always
Been what pays
Can you share
Your love full blaze
There really isn’t time
For delays

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Just let it in…

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There are so many facets of love
Is there any way to fully understand them all?
Unfortunately, love doesn’t come in a one size fits all sort of box
It doesn’t come wrapped in perfection and realistic expectations
Love is often messy and not very well thought out at all
It’s an emotion that often takes us by complete surprise
And there never seems to be an explanation for how it starts
The line between love and hate seems to be easily bridged
We see this when we dislike someone one day and love them the next
And the funny thing is, we don’t get to choose who we’re going to love
In fact, it seems that love chooses us; it always has and always will
We are helpless to resist the power of love even though we often try
And running away from love seems to be the worst thing we can do
Love will always find us, no matter where we try to hide
Go ahead and try it if you don’t believe this to be the truth
Just accept the fact that love will never make sense and it doesn’t need to
The only thing you need to worry about now
Is how you’re going to begin to let love in.

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Wednesday

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The clock
Was restless
In anticipation
Of another day

The girl
Was helpless
To keep procrastination
At bay

The work
Was senseless
And wouldn’t
Go away

The day
Was useless
Windy
And gray

The outlook
Was pointless
But she’d promised
To stay

The desire
Was reckless
To find
Another way

The afternoon
Was zealous
Beseeching her
To play

The schoolbook
Was jealous
Begging her
Not to sway

The convincing
Was endless
And she became
Its prey

The pendulum
Was voiceless
With nothing else
To say

© 2019 Michelle Cook

What would you do?

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What would you do
If you had a whole day?
Would you leave behind the things
That always get in your way?

Would you watch a sunset?
Or perhaps fly a kite?
Maybe sit on your front porch
And drink milkshakes all night?

What would you do
If you had an entire week?
Would you search for all the things
You’ve been dying to seek?

Would you act like a pirate?
And finally go on an adventure?
Searching far and wide
For that lost buried treasure?

What would you do
If you had a full month?
Would you express to the whole world
That you’ve had quite enough?

Would you go on a rampage?
Perhaps tell everyone how you feel?
Or would you just stay inside
And keep everything concealed?

What would you do
If you had a complete year?
Would you investigate all the things
Which have never been clear?

Would your curious mind take over?
Would you become a sleuth?
Perhaps a professional eavesdropper
So you could uncover the truth?

What would you do
If you had a forever?
Would you still stay inside
Even in good weather?

Or would you finally just enjoy
Everything you’ve got
And not let your life
Be all for naught

What would you do?

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Petulance

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Sometimes I just want to wrap myself tightly
In faded old memories and beautiful regrets
Oh to be able to forget the present time
And just relive the days of juvenile delinquency
To be young and free with no more responsibility
But the world is unrelenting in its high and mighty ways
Creating senseless rules that have no rhyme or reason
And we become sucked into the pit of persuasion
Which forces us to admit beyond our better judgement
That we must be good, righteous, and truth bearing beings
And all it does is grow us up into boring, blundering, baboons
Many of whom have hardly any imagination left at all

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Knackered

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I must awaken from my slumber
It seems a torturous spell has pulled me under
And I wonder, can I escape this villainous curse?
What on earth could really be worse?
I’m either wasting time by making that choice
Or blatantly choosing to sleep away my voice
Neither sound very good to me
Could someone please come and pull me free?

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Inspired by the painting, Hendrickje sleeping, by Rembrandt.

Today is just another tomorrow…

 

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Today is just
Another tomorrow
A chance to forget
Those long lost sorrows

Stepping back
From the fractured view
Leaving behind wild nights
Of a foolish hue

Summers past
Often filled with drunken rambling
All those frozen moments
Of risky gambling

Thank god those days
Are over and gone
And we’ve second chances
To finally move on

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompts: Fractured view, Another tomorrow, Step back, Wild nights, Summers past, Drunken rambling, Frozen moments.

Leaning towards lazy

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Do you ever just feel
Like you need a day to be lazy
The world keeps on spinning
Driving you crazy

And you just need a moment
To forget your life
Time to free yourself
From the pain, grief, and strife

Is it all too much
To ask for such a day
To let your mind wander
And be free to play

Can you imagine if you had that?
What would you even do?
A whole day to yourself
Could change your whole view

I wonder if any of us
Will ever find out
I’d like so much to hope for it
Rather than doubt

Guess it’s a decision
That we all must make
Should be an easy one
For the sanity of our own sake

I think determination is the key
We must fight for our own time
And regardless of what I think
It shouldn’t be a crime

So I’m voting for a day
To relax, sleep, and play
And I’m wondering…
Will you all join me today?

© 2018 Michelle Cook

This is love…

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As I sit here and ponder
There’s life all around
Though hardly any
Ever makes a sound

Grown up so handsome
Exquisite and tall
Each one is there
To watch over us all

If only these beauties
Could somehow speak
And give us the answers
We so desperately seek

However, a tree
Could never talk
It’s seen merely
As a perch for a hawk

And yet it really is
So much more
A lovely place
To go and explore

Its branches always
Spread so wide
A real haven
In which to hide

The perfect place
To lie under and exist
Its outstretched arms
So hard to resist

Each leafy canopy
Has seen it all
Leaves delicately spread
To cushion our fall

Can anyone imagine
A more perfect place to be
Other than inside the crook
Of an old oak tree

I can hardly think
Of any other
As it whispers softly
Like the voice of a mother

And I get lost
In the day
As every branch
Begins to sway

This is living
This is life
This is love…

© 2018 Michelle Cook

True friends are…

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True Friends are…
True friends are forever praying
True friends are always there waiting
True friends speak truth and are never faking
True friends love you when your heart is aching
True friends show up when your world is quaking
True friends have you on their mind upon waking
True friends hold your hand when you’re shaking
True friends tell you that you’re amazing
True friends give instead of taking
True friends are never berating
True friends know when your heart is breaking
True friends sit by your side when you feel yourself fading
True friends are there no matter what you’re facing

© 2018 Michelle Cook