Spellbound

poet
you are enigma

darkness and shadow
you veil and shroud

fire and light
you burn and incandesce

torch my essence
burn deep my soul
trouble my spirit
unsettle my being

then poet
ignite my wonder

whet my seeker’s vessel
with need
to be filled full

poet
at once familiar
yet
exotically foreign
wonderfully strange

wrongly boxed but
exquisitely wrapped

in angst
indignation
longing
discovery
loss

in love

with all these
and infinitely more
you reach an empty place
deep within

echoing my past
awakening my myths

exposing
that which I embrace
in the moment
as truth

refocus me

stirring my pain
my anger
my loneliness

my hope

offering just enough answer
that I combust with question
sacred uncertainty

I’m held
suspended in inquiry
in memories of neverwas

enrapt by your careful words
transfixed by mystery
elevated by insight
impaled by vision

spellbound

20 thoughts on “Spellbound”

  1. …’infinitely more’ is right – but you covered the main points that explain the attraction, fascination and wonder of the creative process.

  2. This chimes with my own feelings about creativity. I particularly liked the stanza:

    “enrapt by your careful words
    transfixed by mystery
    elevated by insight
    impaled by vision”

    ViV

  3. Nice, Rob! I particularly like the encapsulization of these lines:

    at once familiar
    yet
    exotically foreign
    wonderfully strange

    Very much the task of the artist, that, to take the familiar and defamiliarize it, to take the unfamiliar and make it like smooth, well-worn leather.

  4. Gosh Rob, it’s busy inside the poet-you. Maybe I’m glad I’m too simple minded for all of that! 🙂

    Love the lines, “wrongly boxed but / exquisitely wrapped”. Made me smile!

    1. Neil, it is far too “busy” inside my head — but I have learned to live with it… my wife might argue the point of how effectively I do or do not cope… 😉

      …rob

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