Sometimes,
you might feel like
hurling yourself
at the moon.
Others times,
you might wanna
just sit quietly
under the stars.
But no matter where
you find yourself…
Just know
that the stars
will never forget
the wishes you made.
And the moon
will never misrecollect
that crestfallen look
upon your face.
Because even when
the world disremembers,
the cosmos still counts
every tear it ever created.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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Sometimes I feel like
I’m walking on mars,
out here under
a million stars.
Life as I once knew it
just doesn’t exist;
the air is similar
still, my questions persist.
Infinite considerations
light up the midnight sky,
wonders aplenty
yet not a single answer why.
The intrigue alone
steals my breath away;
if only I could harness the stars
I might find my way.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/constellations-stargazing-person-1851128/
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…
Searching the depths
Of the starry night sky
Arms reaching out
With tears in her eyes
And yet once again
There was no reply
So she made her last wish
And said a final goodbye
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
The stars stood on standby
Each one wordlessly waiting for a sign
To move their fixed positions
And finally realign
Yet the gesture never came
And so they kept their rooted stances
Waiting in anticipation
For a word from the far expanses
Cynicism made them grow dim
And caused some to fall from the heavens
And those are the few
Who have left considerable impressions
The remainder still wait
In a state of restless apprehension
Biding their time
In the hopes of a fourth dimension
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! The stars stood on standby
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