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
Swirling sands
And shifting tides
Dispelling the grains
Of ordinary matter
No real answers
As the waves flux
Just more questions
While time escapes
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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
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
