Strums of pain
Makes darkling bright
By grasp of a broad moonlight.

If one looks closely,
Total stillness under harness,
Dimlit blanket not placed to suppress.

Cleansing given from life’s worst.
Accepting shadows unintended to blind,
Instead healing injuries of heart and mind.

Without this blanket
In our challenges of time
Daily tumult calls our souls to mime.

Patience, cracks of light resume to live.
In blanket slowly they appear,
Soul’s full presence, back to stear.

© C.I.Mues

Search Words

Fire and longing
Reach from your words,
Searching, yearning, aching
For her inmost light.
Deep moans unclothe
Dark yet cosmic secrets
Of desired entanglement
To dance within all
mist and moonbeams
of Midnight’s sensuousness.

What you seek found you.

© C.I.Mues

Lone morning star darkens, acquiring his core, as fate accepts next moves.


#micropoetry #storytelling

Often absorbed
into how an ending
to anything life threw
took place, we end up
missing the start
of our promise
to a new beginning.
Keep looking and
moving foward to
enjoy new starts
to their fullest.

© C.I. Mues

A Writer’s Mind Is a Well

“I learned never to empty
the well of my writing,
but always to stop
when there was
still something there
in the deep part of the well,
and let it refill at night
from the springs that fed it.”

~Earnest Hemingway

This is one of the very few quotes that helps me keep going when I appear to be looming within my writing.

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Finding the Lost Kid

All seems to have escaped.

Look inside to recapture all wonder

not lost. What never left, rests intact.

Simple curiosity and imagination,

feeling playtime within its new skin,

await as only equipment necessary

to rekindle love, laughter, thunder or

loosen hidden waterfalls enchanted.

Once again rising strong, personal truth

awakened to an original purpose.

© C.I. Mues


#napowrimo #glopowrimo challenge Day 29 | #nevergiveup #poetrymonth #poem