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Breathless

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The window swung open

Not a breath of wind in the stale air

And golden tresses cascaded

Over ivory shoulders cold and bare

 

Her thoughts were deeply rooted

In the splash of blue of her faraway stare

And her heart stood there broken

Lost in a dream which was far from there

 

The crash of waves interrupted

Her lonely despairing thoughts

And her mind fought to refocus

On what the new day had brought

 

But at last her mental clarity

Betrayed her once more

As she stumbled and fell dead

Against the unconcerned floor

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Poetry prompt: The window swung open, not a breath of wind in the air

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Her Secret Place…

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Her Secret Place…

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

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: November 24, 2015

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A place of wonder throughout the years

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A sea of emerald green

Crystallized and pristine

Saturates my thirsty skin

Elevating my sinking chin

Each pulsating wave

Gently tugs and pulls

Affirming how the sea

Is tethered to my soul

Boosted up upon each surge

Then dragged easily back down

I endeavor to be buoyant

Since the fallout is to drown

The ocean feels alive

Splashing against my bones

Lifting me effortlessly up

I float freely on its sparkling throne

The refreshment of each wave

Quenches my playful desire

And soon the tide rushes in

Raising me even higher

The sound of the churning foam

Rings loudly within my ears

Speaking softly to my heart

A place of wonder throughout the years


 Written by, Michelle Cook


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Mediterranean Inspiration – #RomanticTuesday

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Lying beside you

On the misty morning beach

Your inviting body

Is just within reach

 

Your smile is enticing

Encouraging me on

In your arms

Is where I belong

 

Quick to notice

Your playful eyes

Which now reflect

The coming sunrise

 

The crispness of

The newfound day

Mixes effectively

With the warm sea spray

 

Drawn to the warmth

Of your polished skin

Lifting the blankets

You gather me in

 

Clothing shed

Your body feels amazing

Your smoldering touch

Leaves me blazing

 

Lost in the moment

Kissing heightens the thrill

And the cool morning air

Now loses its chill

 

Intimately exploring

Your touch is divine

Under the covers

Our bodies align

 

Thoroughly enjoying

Every sensuous caress

Legs spread apart

Allowing full access

 

Hearts beat faster

As emotions rise

Your view now reflecting

The blue in my eyes

 

The present time escapes

Senses out of control

My heart and my mind

Forever lost in your soul

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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I’m still in awe of… (Part 2)

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I’m still in awe of…

The unfathomable sea

Respectively impressive

Azure waves of majesty

Arrest my mystified heart

A sudden rush of anticipation

Before surges of saltwater bliss

Tease and tickle my toes

Delighting my indigent spirit

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


*Previously in this series of poems – I’m still in awe of… (Part 1)

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Another Vision

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A spiraling tower stood before me; reaching all the way to the sky. A dirt pathway wound its way around the column up to the very top. A vast angry sea surged around the base of the pillar. The misty sea-spray lingered in the damp earthy air. Hundreds of people lined the spiral trail; each one wearing a white linen robe and carrying a warm glowing candle.

The view from below was ethereal and even though the sea was raging below, the silence was deafening. Each candle flickered wildly against the gusty breeze of the violent sea. I watched from afar as the lit candles slowly began to burn out. Everyone walked in a trance-like state, never seeming to notice that their candles were starting to extinguish.

One by one, I watched the little lights become snuffed out. Ringlets of smoke billowed up from the tips of the blackened wicks and yet nobody seemed to notice what was happening. Still they continued to walk up the dusty trail. Each one unemotional and seemingly lifeless. I began to feel afraid for the ones whose lights had gone out. I watched intensely as each person began to make their way to the top of the tower. I hadn’t noticed it before, but those without a lit candle upon reaching the top of the pillar, were immediately cast off into the abyssal depths of the sea by an invisible force.

I realized in that moment that I had to guard my own light as if my life depended on it. I began walking up the pathway myself. All of us were walking inline, one after the other, making our way up to the top. Everyone faced forward and walked in their catatonic-like states; giving little regard to the little white candles in which they were carrying. And yet I was determined to make sure that my light didn’t go out.

I did everything I could to block the draft that was coming off the gusty sea. I cupped my hand around the soft flickering light; the warmth of the flame gave me hope and I walked on. I was determined to make it to the top with my lit candle and I knew I could do it if I just tried hard enough.

I finally made it to the top with my flame still intact. The tower was level at the top and covered by a recessed area that led to a cave. As I looked over the edge of the cliff, I saw thousands of people at the bottom of the pillar. Each one was desperately trying to rid themselves of the icy waters which engulfed them. Their nails scraped at the sides of column. Leaving gouges in the clay soil foundation. The sides of the pillar were smooth and steep though, and made it impossible for anyone to climb out. I realized that I had not seen a single person make it to the top with a lit candle except for myself.

Then I noticed her, one person in particular; she was slowly drowning in the murky waters below. The woman was very beautiful, with fair unblemished skin and long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were closed as she fought to climb out and she looked exhausted from her futile attempts to save herself. Many others crowded around her, each just as unsuccessful as she was.

I watched in horror as each one tried to claw their way to freedom; but instead, each continued to suffer relentlessly. Every person drowned a million times over and yet they never actually died. It seemed they were fated to suffer like this for eternity, and the sadness I felt in that moment left me feeling more pain than I had ever felt before in my entire life.

I felt miserable that I had not been able to save even a single one, and yet somehow I had managed to keep my own light shining, and thus saved myself. The intense loss was heavy on my heart and my grief was more than I could bear. I sank to my knees feeling defeated and hopeless. There was nothing else that I could do.


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