I see each one
Smiling in the doorway
Fragments of memories
Years long past
Youthful and handsome
Lively and loving
Naive and adventurous
Those were the days
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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In the still of the night
he came to me.
Kneeling beside me,
I could feel his feathery touch.
He was memorizing my features,
hoping I wouldn’t wake.
I was only pretending to be asleep,
enjoying the feel of his hand.
Desperately wanting to reach out,
but not daring to ruin the moment.
And I wondered about all he was thinking,
as he traced every crease on my face.
I wanted to open my eyes and smile,
as he placed warm kisses on my cheeks.
But I dared not even open one eye,
for I knew he’d then be gone.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Time
each of us holds it from birth.
We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance
but not all know its value
and some seem to forget its worth.
The foolish tend to use it up
leaving all those leftover seconds
to rot on silver platters
squandering hours away
on useless, selfish desires
believing they’ll always have more
never realizing there is a limit.
And yet the wise
and the perceptive
they protect time with their very lives
savoring every last crumb
knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished.
They realize time is meant to be held in a way,
which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy.
And those who are discerning
understand the merit of its potential.
For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I was once a bright shining star
Never once realizing
That my days were numbered
But over the course of many moons
I did finally succumb
To the darkness which surrounds us all
Of course, there’s no going back now
The only way through
Is to catch the tail of a passing comet
And catching one is easier than it looks
They move so fast
Before you know it, they’re long gone
But maybe, just maybe, I’ll get lucky one day
I’ll vanish into oblivion
And come out the other side renewed, and reborn
That is if there actually is another side…
That’s still the question
The one I’ll never quite be certain of, until the very end
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Aurora nights
Cynicism is a trait
I oft regret
For when pessimism abounds
I’m usually upset
But sometimes my outlook
Just can’t be eased
So I bide my time
Feeling unappeased
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Cynicism at its finest
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