I spent the day with you
Not in person but in mind
And in every single thought
It was you my heart did find
© 2018 Michelle Cook
writing
Artichokes and anchovies
Cooking takes time
Ever stirring the pot
Spicing and tasting
So you know what you’ve got
Throwing in a dash of this
And a little bit of that
Until you’ve got a tasty mixture
Bubbling in the vat
Artichokes and anchovies
Add a great amount of flavor
They’re surely the ingredients
You’ll find that you want to savor
If you’re an ogre that is
Because who else would eat those things?
I can only imagine the upset
The very combination would bring
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Liquid love
I miss the feel
Of liquid love
It’s the only thing
I can still think of
I miss the days
Of never being alone
The feel of a warm touch
Melding with my own
I miss the passion
Found in a kiss
And still wish there was a way
To bottle bliss
I miss the life
That I once knew
When I didn’t have to live
Without a me and you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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The ruins still stand
I’m still trying to forget
Sweep the rubble under the mat
Dust off the cushions
Where you once sat
But the ruins still stand
Weathered by all the storms
And my heart still feels
Ambivalent and torn
I pray that one day
The past will be buried deep
But the mountains which remain
Seem almost too steep
And I wonder where we’ll be
In the years ahead
Surely scaling those mountains
Or be lost instead
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Bavarian cream dreams
She dreamt of sweeties
Candies galore
Along with mounds of cookies
Piled on the floor
There were licorice laces
Lying all about
And candy corns
Which had just begun to sprout
Marshmallow fluff covered
Her once boring bed
And she began to consider
If she could possibly be dead
The curtains appeared
To be made of toffee
And she wondered if someone
Had poisoned her coffee
She thought this might be heaven
Or potentially a nightmare
While tasting Bavarian cream
As it dripped from her hair
And she thought to herself
Perhaps sweet dreams really do come true
Maybe they just don’t happen
The way they seem they ought to
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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