whimsy

Jellyfish jolts

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Prone to misfortune
And many blunders
As her poor mind
Would often wander

She made
A terrible mistake
Of getting up
At daybreak

And she set out
To the sea
Hoping for a day
Of soaring free

But the girl’s spirit
Led her astray
As the tide swept
Her cares away

And after that first
Erroneous step
She sighed from her
Nonchalant attempt

Because one stride
Became too many
As she nearly squashed
A silver jenny

And the next footfall
Was even worse
Such an unfortunate
Squishy curse

For that jellyfish
Wasn’t missed
And that pathetic girl
Just yelped and hissed

The stinging jolt
Was quite unamusing
Leaving her foot
Swollen and oozing

The unlucky girl
Had only wanted a day
To leave her burdens
Far away

But her carefree
And heedless endeavors
Were tragically
Tainted forever

© 2019 Michelle Cook

For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Jellyfish jolts

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

Perfect stranger

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I watched each step
As she crossed that road
After leaving the safe shelter
Of her humble abode

Her clothes looked comfortable
With billowy cotton sleeves
And I suspected her socks
Were likely pulled up to her knees

Her hat was placed neatly
Atop a bed of pearly white hair
And as she slowly strode along
I couldn’t help but stop and stare

Her strides were shortened
By hips that dared not move
And her uniquely designed cane
Didn’t do much to improve

She seemed determined
Yet unhurried in decisive fashion
To get to wherever it was
Which was driving her inner passion

I sensed freedom in her jaunt
Though not of the physical kind
And I believe our brief encounter
Was solely meant to remind

For she made me think of the worries
The ones I cling to every day
And yet she so unintentionally
Seemed to leave hers miles away

I knew she’d discovered the secret
Found only in aging years
The one we all hope to find
To help lessen our irrational fears

And so she taught me a lesson that day
About my own life and who I am
And how I shouldn’t worry about the things
That I will never fully understand

I just wish I could thank her
For the encouragement she provided
It’s hard to find that these days
In a world so terribly divided

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Blank page

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You stare at me
All bright and clean
Forever taunting
It’s so damn mean

I know your game
I’ve seen it before
Ever daring me
To come explore

To drip my ink
Upon your page
Convincing me
It’s all the rage

But what if I finally
Told you no
Would you then
Just let me go

Or would you dare me
To be your writer
Suggesting I stay
For an overnighter

I can tell you this
You’re wasting your attempts
Cause I feel nothing
But contempt

So unless you want
Your page turned grey
Think I’ll just
Be on my way

© 2019 Michelle Cook

What would you do?

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What would you do
If you had a whole day?
Would you leave behind the things
That always get in your way?

Would you watch a sunset?
Or perhaps fly a kite?
Maybe sit on your front porch
And drink milkshakes all night?

What would you do
If you had an entire week?
Would you search for all the things
You’ve been dying to seek?

Would you act like a pirate?
And finally go on an adventure?
Searching far and wide
For that lost buried treasure?

What would you do
If you had a full month?
Would you express to the whole world
That you’ve had quite enough?

Would you go on a rampage?
Perhaps tell everyone how you feel?
Or would you just stay inside
And keep everything concealed?

What would you do
If you had a complete year?
Would you investigate all the things
Which have never been clear?

Would your curious mind take over?
Would you become a sleuth?
Perhaps a professional eavesdropper
So you could uncover the truth?

What would you do
If you had a forever?
Would you still stay inside
Even in good weather?

Or would you finally just enjoy
Everything you’ve got
And not let your life
Be all for naught

What would you do?

© 2019 Michelle Cook