Washing woes…

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I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing

It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way

And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood

For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Waterspout wishes

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Customary inconveniences

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Carpet burns
Adorned her knees
It was the only way
She could appease
And what do you think
She was doing down there?
Searching under the bed
For his dirty underwear!

© 2019 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Carpet burns adorned her knees

A clump of bitter thoughts

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A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind

But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs

And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread

So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Misaligned and malevolent

Take these dreams…

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Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design

Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along

I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see

A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Faith 

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Plainly put
She needs more
Not the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
But instead, that bit of light
The one beckoning her
From the end of the tunnel
She walks cautiously
Uncertain of where to step
For the ground is uneven
And the rocks are jagged
Does she dare continue?
That tiny bit of light
Seems awfully far away
She sighs…
It’s likely just a mirage

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

To my inky friend

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It’s been quite a long time
Since I last held you
And now you just don’t feel the same
You’re like a long lost friend
The kind I used to know so well
The sort I’d spend every day with
Who I’d laugh and cry with
The kind I’d stay up all night with
Who’d listen and love me for me
Like the friend who was always there
No matter time or day
The sort who cared about everything
Regardless of its true importance
But now things are different
And you feel so unfamiliar
Our connection has sadly faded
And the magic that was once inside you
Seems to have lost its fiery spark
You used to be so mesmerizing
I could stare at you all day long
Your life-giving enchantments saved me
And I wonder why you had to change
You used to write the loveliest things
But like a long lost friend
Who was once as close as a brother
You just aren’t the same as before
I’m afraid the spell has been broken
And the essence of you is surely gone

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The truth

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I feel saddened by words
Which aren’t meant for me
Seems so often the truth
Hides in what I see

And my heart breaks
For what I know to be true
But my head tells me to ignore it
Now what should I do

Do I blindly let life
Lead me by
Enjoying the naïve view
Right in front of my eye

Or should I care
That the truth is hidden
Behind words I see
So plainly written

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Indescribable

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To describe him is an impossible task
He is literally everything
And yet so often
We don’t even recognize him
And I ask myself this…
How can someone be “all”
In every way imaginable
But not be revered as such
Are we that full of ourselves
Consumed by the cosmos
The one that He created
That we choose to disregard him
Without hesitation most days
All because he doesn’t suit
Our desirous and covetous needs
I feel I fail miserably
Right in the front of the One
Who gave me my whole life
What does that say about me
What does that say about any of us?

© 2019 Michelle Cook


* Just as I finished writing this piece this morning, and was reading it out loud to myself, a freak snow storm came out of nowhere, with snowflakes the size of my fists.  I don’t even know how to describe the wave of emotions that washed over me in that moment.  It was truly indescribable.  God always is…

Who am I?

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Who am I?
Some say I’ve changed
But have I?
Or am I merely revealing
Who I always was
Maybe I’m just fed-up
With people not understanding
Perhaps I’m finally breaking free
From always hiding the true me
There seems to come a time
When we can no longer be afraid
To let others finally see
Our true identity

© 2019 Michelle Cook