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


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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


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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


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Will I have done enough?

I’m trying to be better about reaching out,
to be more intentional with my words,
but oh, how I fail miserably.
There is never enough time
for every person I love
and for every person who loves me.
I wrestle with being able to give enough of myself,
but at the same time,
I’m trying to save some of myself just for me.
Oh, what a predicament!
One day, I will be done trying;
my body will at last wear out,
and I’ll be lost to the wind,
scattered on some sorrowful breeze,
on some unexpected lonesome day.
Will I have done enough?
Maybe it won’t matter
because maybe in the grand scheme of things,
I am just me — a tiny particle of dust
who doesn’t stand a chance
of making any difference at all.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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Disappointments

We never expect that dreams will fade
but somehow, they always do.
And the only way to fix those dreams
is to eventually dream anew.

Disappointments are never fun
life is much more than just a game.
Yet sometimes hearts and minds disconnect
and things just aren’t the same.

We can feel empty, defeated, deflated
as time begins to wear us thin.
And as much as we don’t want the changes
we’re often forced to begin again.

We can’t always see all the positives
even though they’re not that far.
In the meantime, we might just have to sit alone
and be happy with who we are.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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