⌘ More Like Magic

April 1, 2016

It’s an art really,
more like sculpting
than anything else
I can think of,
this pulling down
of invisible clouds
into words on paper,

nothing,

suddenly transformed into meaning,

more like magic, perhaps, than art,
more like sorcery, perhaps, than work,

for I can keep my head down,
as my fingers move across keys,
a heart spell casting light onto quiet,
and when I look up to the glowing hum screen,
there is a story,
a character,
the movement of wind,
a willow tree,
a plump robin,
a lover,
the shape of her face,
her hips,
her mouth,

anything that I can dream of
can flash its way into the imagination of a poem,
and it is born in words,
born of my consciousness
and the combination of thought and sound,
the sound being the echoes of the words in my head
as I hear them being typed out, drum,  
I hear myself talking
and making shapes out of air,
tilting my wrists into dance,
cupping my fingers around tangibility newly birthed,

from nothing,

and now a poem suddenly, is.

It’s an art really,
more like magic than anything else I can think of.


 

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It’s an art really,
more like sculpting
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