Mindful Mullings

In every meandering mind is found a bit of eccentricity, which is curious
Some would even say the mullings of the mind are made of magic
Whatever the truth is, nobody can argue that thoughts are often adventurous
Each one full of whirling-dervish pieces of cataclysmic complexities
Such is the realm and state of radical and rambunctious wonders
Often leaving the witnesses of such cavorting, captivated

And isn’t it interesting that almost anyone can, at some point, be captivated
People can be surprising, enthralling, and calculatingly curious
Many hold within them a mesmerizing world of wonders
Some are bewitching, enchanting, and even hold the key to magic
With all these characteristics, it’s hard to narrow down all the complexities
The most beloved are almost always over-excitedly adventurous

Enough of the mind, though, what about the souls of the adventurous
If we look deeply enough into the soul of someone, we are almost always captivated
Sure, not everyone is the same, and each being is comprised of many complexities
But the spirit of an individual is significantly curious
The essence of each character is woven together by threads of shredded magic
And in all beings, spiritual manifestations of whispering wonders are held

Do you see it yourself, maybe even in yourself, a vessel full of wonders?
The heart of every person can be guarded but still adventurous
A vile of hidden sunrises can be found at the doorway to dark magic
Darkness and light keep the world constantly captivated
We are creatures clothed in mysticism, divinely curious
With so many tribulations, we cower in front of the cosmos of complexities

Was the heart, soul, and mind really meant for such complexities?
Do you ever sit still as stone and contemplate all of these wonders?
Human beings are complex and distinctly curious
Suckers for the thrill of an afternoon that’s adamantly adventurous
Ever wonder what drives the forces within us; that thought alone keeps me captivated
The breadth and depth of who we are lies beneath a bed of magic

If only we could harness and unleash all the things that make us magic
Certain situations can stifle us, causing further arrays of inadvertent complexities
Will we ever just stay within a realm of play and be contentedly captivated
Nobody can deny the thrill of wrestling and wishing for wonders
Leaving behind the dull and dreary is the perfect place for the adventurous
Shouldn’t we be more interested in the things that are even remotely curious

Everything leads us back to the mirror in front of us, which reveals the sources of our magic
We are divine creatures comprised of endless ideas and windows to whimsical wonders

Our sole purpose is to explore the universe and discover the completeness of its complexities
We are not here merely to be looking for adventures but to become undeniably adventurous

By holding what’s important in the palm of our hands, others as well are captivated
May each of us stay true, stay focused, and keep closely tied to all things uniquely curious

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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*I’m currently enrolled at Utah Tech University, and this was an assignment that I recently completed. With sestinas, one never knows how the process will go, and it can be quite a challenge depending on the six pattern words and the order in which they are placed. I used inspiration from Jack Vance’s book, The Dying Earth, and once I got through the first stanza and established the pattern and the word endings, it was smooth sailing from there. The sestina instructions I found online advised against using adjectives since they can be a bit troublesome; I found it more fun to find ways to fit them in, and I feel like I conquered what I set out to do. I’m not sure I dislike anything, and I changed everything that I wanted to change. This is the third sestina I have ever written, and I think it was more successful than my last, but maybe not as good as my first. Hope you enjoyed reading. 🙂

Here’s the link to my first sestina if you’d like to read another.

The Mystery of Milmonyville

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The town of Milmonyville
Was such a curious place
Lined with quaint shops
Filled with wares of fine taste

It was like stepping back in time
As you walked down the street
And men would tip their hats
To every woman that they’d greet

Most thought it rather odd
That the people were so welcoming
And many would never go back
Because they found it so unsettling

It was almost as if the town
Was too perfect in some regards
Everything was polished and sparkling
Something you couldn’t disregard

And that old town of Milmonyville
Is still a mystery even today
Especially after heaps of bodies
Were found floating in their pristine bay

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: The mystery of Milmonyville

Testimony of a peeping alien named Tom

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It appeared to be liquid love
Consisting of a mercurial matter
Which then showered across her chest
This curious essence completely splattered

She was then drenched in translucent passion
From his apparent spasmodic contraction
And this all seemed to be the consequence
Of some unknown gravitational reaction

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Liquid love

Fantastical Beasts

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Fantastical beasts
They certainly were
Elusive oddities
Often covered in fur

Colorful creatures
In every shape and size
Sought mostly for
A worthless prize

Some were shy
And lived in dark cellars
And eventually became
Forest dwellers

Some were fierce
And lived in caves
They caused the most trouble
And almost never behaved

Some were silly
And lived by the sea
Those were the ones
Who were happy as can be

Some were curious
And lived in the cities
They thought the bright lights
Were oh so pretty

Those fantastical beasts
Were a curious lot
And it was a complete surprise
Whenever one was spot

Years have gone by now
Since any have been seen
And they say the last one
Was so awfully mean

But who could blame them
With the torture they faced
It seems they all picked up
And left in great haste

It’s hard to imagine
Such a creature could exist
If only they knew
How much they were missed

But that was then
And this is the now
If only things could change
Someway, somehow

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, October 2017