Words matter

Words will always matter more than anything else; whether they are written or said, they serve as an evidenced reminder that we are more than outer shells of flesh and bone. Some might even argue that many words are cliche, such as overused sentiments that leave us indifferent, yearning for more. But in the right conversation, words can be so intriguing. Words can be used to begin wars, but they can also absorb all the pain and frustration from a day we’d rather not remember. And to be able to harness such words and use them in the most perfect moment is profoundly important and immeasurably meaningful. I can’t think of a more useful form of communication, and yet we hardly ever think before we speak, slathering words all around like we don’t even care which ones we use. It takes a shrewd intellect to be able to sling the right words at the right time. It’s a skill we take our entire lives to learn. Writers practice the craft daily with paper and pen, persistence and precision, guiding every stroke. But what about the regular bloke who never hones his expressions? Should he be blamed for his inconsistency and inarticulateness? As writers, I think we have a great responsibility to teach, guide, show, and tell; explaining the very nature behind our chosen words is of the utmost importance. Those concerned with words will always have wisdom welling up inside them because a writer is also a reader with a huge appetite, catching every last crumb on the tip of their tongue. Those written words, read so carefully, often turn into ideas that will one day bleed from a page of their own. It is a life lesson to be had and, eventually, a brilliant mind to behold; reading and writing will never get old.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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Truth be told

I had to say goodbye,
not because of what was said
but because of the unsaid.
Your words just never materialized,
and words being as they are,
the lifeblood of my being,
I began to die from the lack of them.
Long ago, I knew your words so intimately,
but then they remained frozen,
resting frigidly on the tip of your tongue.
And even though I trusted you in earnest
with the conviction of a true believer,
you stopped being as you were,
the truth and spirit in you unrecognizable,
just a breath away from mine.
Your silence flooded my body,
and I was drowned by words
that never surfaced.
You felt empty to me
like ashes in somber refrain.
And the wind took you quietly away from me
on a path that never belonged to me.
It was in that moment I realized
we were never meant to be
because real love speaks
from deeply buried places
and never runs out of words.

© 2023 Michelle Cook


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Write me a poem…

Write me a poem
Express what you will
It doesn’t have to rhyme
Just tell me how you feel

It can be candid or cryptic
Full of love or even hate
Just tell me how you’re doing
I’ll give no debate

The things that you write
Won’t be judged by me
Just say what you want
And set yourself free

Let your words flow easily
Pour them on a page
You might find it helpful
To empty some rage

Whatever spills out
Must come from deep within
And don’t get so frustrated
That you throw them in the bin

Every word matters
The good and the bad
Sometimes this is the only way
To empty all the sad

So please take your time
And tell me how you feel
Be it positive or negative
It’s the only way to heal

You’ll be relieved to have unburdened
What’s been clinging to your soul
It’s the only good way
To feeling happy and whole

© 2022 Michelle Cook


 

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Do you ever send whispers on the wind?

Do you ever try to send whispers on the wind,
and if you do, what do you say?
Are your murmurs pleasant and cheery,
or do they come out more cold and gray?

What if everyone sent messages on the wind;
do you think we’d all feel more heard?
Imagine a chance to say all you want
and never be deferred.

I often wonder if our soft soliloquies
do sometimes make it to their intended;
to be able to pour out our hearts without reproach
seems like it would be quite splendid.

Confrontation can be so intimidating;
I often wish others could just feel my words.
Spoken sentimentalities drifting on the wind,
is it really all that absurd?

© 2022 Michelle Cook

The difference

Love is just a word
Four letters is all it is
Bliss when said by you

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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