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.

Thinking of you…

I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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Beginnings

He was there
unaware
of the magic
about to happen

She was there
quite aware
of a change
in the air

The current
seemed confused
maybe even
slightly amused

As unspoken
urges
drifted blindly
on the breeze

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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The best part of me is you…

I get swept away
by the sound of your voice,
transported to that place
where only we exist.

Crashing within the waves
of your all-consuming love,
entranced and submerged
by the depths of your desire.

And since the beginning,
I have always known
that you were to be mine
and I was to be yours.

You are the truest love
that I have ever known,
and the very best part
of who I have become.

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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Obscured connexions


Continued from here

Darla awoke in a somewhat familiar place, yet she didn’t recognize any of the faces of those around her. There was a giant painting on the wall across from her, and she recognized it as one of the Old Gods. But besides the picture and part of the room, everything else seemed foreign. Confused and a bit afraid, she tried to sit up. She knew she’d made a big mistake when immense pain shot through the right side of her body. “Ugh,” she cried as everyone rushed to her side. She fell back onto the hard mattress and tried to assess her situation. Many people spoke all at once, and the language was foreign to Darla. She tried to remember what had happened to her, but her head felt fuzzy every time she tried. She did remember part of a dream she was having before she woke. Abbefore was there, leaning over his orb, mumbling something to himself, when he suddenly spun around on his pedestal and looked straight at Darla. He tried to communicate with her, but like a television with lousy reception, she couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. It seemed he was trying to show her something very important, and he kept repeating the words, “Don’t forget to…” but that was all she could remember of the dream. With a heavyhearted sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the commotion of those around her. She took a long, deep breath and tried to relax. Abbefore’s image was still so vivid in her mind. “If only I could remember,” she kept whispering to herself. But with an exhausted mind and an acutely injured body, she fell asleep once more.

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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Writing challenge: https://afterwards.blog/2024/02/05/afterwards-writing-prompt-5-monday-5th-of-february-connexion/