She shied away about her light,
Not yet able to understand
Beauty behind its pulse. Read more

Night bespoke
Scent of freedom,
As Bohemian Queen
Moved on.
Roaming the universe
Aurora as Guide,
Truth and love still
Hung ‘neath her touch
Ablazed by moon’s kiss.
But through who? Where?

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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