Regarding beauty

There are some who will never understand,
for it’s often hard to see beauty in anything,
let alone among the tragic realities of life.

Tragedy comes in many forms,
each with its own underlying purpose and appeal.

For instance,
there is this overwhelming loveliness
of a rose
even in the midst of its thorny pricks.

And there is the awe-inspiring wonder
of a thunderstorm,
even though it can cause untold damage.

Do we ever say to either of those
that we wish they’d never been,
simply because they’re dangerous?

On the contrary,
we welcome both into our homes,
treasuring their grandeur.

Caressing the silky-smooth petals of one
and trying to catch a glimpse
of the majestic radiance of the other.

Each is a miracle in its own wondrous way.
Each can also offer an unfavorable
or terrifying experience,
depending on our view.

We must remember that just because something
is potentially hurtful doesn’t make it any less beautiful.

© 2026 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

Sunlight

I’m in love with the way
you dance across my door
beckoning, inviting me
once again to explore

You play with the wind
scattering your rays all around
filtering your lovely light
through the trees without a sound

Sometimes I notice your flecks
sprinkled across my wall
a kaleidoscope of prismatic colors
that I don’t mind at all

You’re a joy to behold
an extraordinary gift from the sun
shining your radiance upon me
and enthralling everyone

© 2026 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

Beguiled to wait

Another night
Another dream
Each one drifting
On a moonlit beam

Some were loving
Some were kind
Some were fashioned
To entice his mind

The days were short
The nights stretched long
Their appetites swelled
Unsatisfyingly strong

Daydreams came
And daydreams went
None could capture
Her intoxicating scent

Wondrous words
Wound their way
Over mountains and oceans
Resolved to stay

Years slipped by
As time stood still
Each day brimming
With vigor and thrill

Still, answers lingered
At the bottom of the sea
Forever just beyond
The lovers’ pleas

Exhausted, they yielded
To the pull of fate
Lost on a zephyr
Beguiled to wait

© 2026 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

Whimsy

Oh, whimsy,
where have you gone?
It’s been ages since
you’ve played along.

Am I getting too old,
or are you just hiding?
You and me should be
rendezvousing nightly.

What do you say—
get back in the swing
of being quirky
and impractically keen?

Let’s make love in the margins
and let the world wonder,
while the adjectives you inspire
pull me under.

I want to be silly, impulsive,
and unrealistic—
maybe even a little queer,
but still artistic.

Come to me, please,
and be mine once more.
You’re the one word
I’ll forever adore.

© 2026 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

My philosophy

I stopped chasing people long ago
and those who wanted to stay, still remain

I’ve learned that we can’t hold on
to those who need a new view

We can’t stifle the ones
who we thought would stay forever

Every person has one life to live

If we don’t allow others to grow and change
and make their own decisions
then they won’t be able to live
the way they choose

I would never want to hold someone back
from following their dreams and ambitions

In fact, I’d much rather be completely alone
for the rest of my life
than to cause anyone heartache

Fortunately, I’m surrounded every day
by people who have chosen to be near me
and I cherish every single person
who has stood by me through thick and thin

I believe I have the best life
anyone could possibly have
because I’ve let go of those
who weren’t meant for me

© 2026 Michelle Cook


 

Photo generated with AI