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.
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
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
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Sometimes gentle silence
is the best elixir
for those moments
of any human’s soul.
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Pain surmounts, its waves
Washing away quickly
While mistakes confessed
You on that seat of privilege,
please answer a question:
How do you expect The Gypsy
to accept your proposition
to come up and sit next to you at
your table of happiness?
Tears from branch broken,
Unknowing life beyond.
Tears arose as seeds
planting healing hope of love.
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Medicine for the Soul
Now see here,
no need to be idle
or feel despair.
Music plays softly
healing your heart,
elixir for a bruised mind.
If you are undergoing change in your life, this poem is for you. Though referring to the female persona, I always felt this poem addressed anyone experiencing personal transformation. Never give up who you are or your dreams. ~ C.I. Mues
Waking: Two Poems
by Ursula K. LeGuin
Drifting on the April river
of the dark, sweet winds
broken by birdsong rapids,
I am borne to daylight.
In the grey cocoon of light the mind
makes from the wreck of what she was
the wings of what she is.
Photography by Connor McSheffrey (Licence)
Several days taken to live only one.
Reality heightens walking alone.
Homeless man digging again through the trash?
Rules of life he chose determined his past.
Must everything be of cause and effect?
That surely is not how we all take our trek.
Find courage embracing life’s weave of complexities.