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

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

Magic Elixir

Sometimes gentle silence
is the best elixir
for those moments
not anticipated
shocking fragility
of any human’s soul.

© C.I.Mues


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Waking by Ursula LeGuin

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

I.
Drifting on the April river
of the dark, sweet winds
broken by birdsong rapids,
I am borne to daylight.

II.
In the grey cocoon of light the mind
finds metamorphosis,
makes from the wreck of what she was
the wings of what she is.

Photography by Connor McSheffrey (Licence)