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
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.
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
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
Hope whispered a promise
Quietly in her ear
Reminding her that happiness
Would eventually draw near
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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