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Buckets of Wishes

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Scattered haphazardly
Filling the great expanse
Lies infinite buckets of wishes
Created carefully in advance

Each one brims to overflowing
Radiating iridescent dreams
And pools of liquid star dust
Gush out between the seams

These shimmering streams of magic
Mesmerizingly cascade
Throughout the mighty caverns
Searching for crevices to invade

It’s a curious sight to observe
A spectacle most will never behold
And some believe it a mere fabrication
Because they trust what they’ve always been told

After witnessing such an extraordinary scene
And watching moonbeams slosh upon the floor
I can honestly tell you without a doubt
This bizarre place really isn’t folklore

So I invite you to come and take a glimpse
Into this world of whimsy and fun
Come fly with me to the moon and back
The merriment just can’t be outdone!

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Secret seduction…

~ ~M ~ 29 Comments

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Swept away
By a passionate kiss
One she knew
She didn’t dare resist

Taken under
Completely by surprise
A perfect love
Reflected in her eyes

Never before
Had she felt such heat
Finally a man
Who made her feel complete

Lost in the depths
Of his charming smile
She knew this flame
Was completely worthwhile

Left breathless and wanting
Their impassioned eyes meet
Who was this handsome stranger
Who’d swept her off her feet

Putting the romance novel down
She continues with her housecleaning
Everyone wants to know
Why suddenly she’s beaming

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Her Secret Place…

~ ~M ~ 17 Comments

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Beneath the silvery moon sky
She kisses all her cares goodbye

Barefoot and free
She races down to the sea

In the soft glow of the night
She dances in pure delight

Her emotions are heightened
Yet she is not frightened

The breezy ocean air
Runs fingers through her hair

The cool salty mist
Gives a soft gentle kiss

She embraces the touch
From this place she loves so much

She is pleased by her endeavor
But knows she cannot stay forever

Her heart is heavy and torn
Creases of it now aged and worn

She reaches down underneath the sand
Capturing the tiny pieces in the palm of her hand

Gently blowing the colored crystals away
She promises to come back another day

© 2018 Michelle Cook

I feel lost…

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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I feel lost
In a vast sea
One that no longer
Recognizes me
Why must the tide
Ebb and flow
Wish it would stay
But it always goes

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Almost there…

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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I’m at the very brink of rhetoric and rhyme
And I can almost taste each and every delicious word

These savory and sensational tidbits
Have begun to form on the furthermost tip of my tongue

The texture and flavor of each specific thought
Bursts forth with vitality from my baffled brain

Tickling and teasing the remainder of my senses
As words spew spontaneously and sporadically

Each notion captured in a technological realm of space
Where perceptions and ideas flood the world

© 2018 Michelle Cook