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The Girl Who Had Everything – Writing 201: Poetry (Day 8 – Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio)

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The Girl Who Had Everything

She was the flavor of the day
The talk of the town
When she came into sight
Everyone crowded around
She was a girl who had everything
Going her way
It was a shame it all had to end
On that one frightful day
Beauty and ambition left her
In the blink of an eye
She had been the life of the party
And left without saying goodbye
Then one bad decision
Left her in a collision
Her life now just a blur
Caused quite a stir
Many couldn’t believe
That she was now gone
A girl that had everything
And seemed so strong
Fate dealt her a poor hand
That terrible tragic day
And these sad memories
Will probably never go away
Reflecting back on her life
Many now say
They miss her and wonder
Why did she pay
Unfortunately so often
We reap what we sow
God bestows us with choices
And then lets us go
We can’t really question
The hows and the whys
It’s unfortunate for sure
When somebody we love must die
But we need to remember
The choices that we make
Can often lead us
To disastrous mistakes
We live and we learn
And get smarter each day
Hopefully before
We are taken away

Written by,  Michelle Cook


Originally posted: October 13, 2015

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Words of every flavor…

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Ravishing

Regal red

Lines the top

Of my paper

And there’s a puncture mark

In the upper corner

Left by an unconventional

Looking stapler

 

Brilliant

Colors of blue

Line the simple

Neatly spaced rows

Patiently awaiting

The pen

To show off

All it knows

 

Plain

Pearly white

Leaves much

To the imagination

As a blank sheet

Of paper

Begs to be filled

With inspiration

 

Inky

Black blots

Are haphazardly

Scattered throughout

Leaving

A random pattern

For someone

To figure out

 

A rainbow

Of colors

Floods the tip

Of the pen

Capturing

The essence

Of the writer

From within

 

Greens

Turn to golds

As the seasons

Change

And pinks

Turn to purple

Along

The dusty plains

 

Then there’s

The roses

Which are almost

Always red

And the violets

Normally blue

Changed to purple

Now instead

 

Because as the writer

Scribbles

He is likely to change

His point of view

And during the process

Of writing

He may often change

To a different hue

 

Words

Of every flavor

Now fill

The voided space

A brilliant

Beautiful story

Which can never

Be erased

 

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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