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
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You write in such a fun way. I’m really loving the way you write poetry. There’s some kind of “awe” element in all your works. You should write and post more often, Michelle!
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Thank you… been so busy writing papers and stories for school, that I haven’t been able to get here as much as I used to. Thanks so much for stopping by and reading me.
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I really like this, it reads well.
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Thank you… 😊
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so nice Michelle! 🙂
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Thank you, Carol anne ☺️
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So charming and true. A perfect nudge to be more quirky and ‘impractically keen.’ Loved it!
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Thank you… 😊
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Another piece Michelle, very beautiful … your words touch the inside…. It makes one feels you are talking directly to him 😜
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Clever and fun verse.
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Thank you, Brad ☺️
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