New Magic

New Magic

A Poem by Revery


Ancient  book from 1752



I set out on a journey
into the coffers
of the library,
into the deepest wells of knowledge,
far back in the basement
of this institution,
in the dark crevasses
looking for wisdom
of how to come to life. 

In curious seeking
I found hidden wisdom
and was instantly transformed
for the better. 
The epiphany I desired
was right before
my wearied eyes. 

To test my new experience
I looked for a muse
among the simple. 
I looked curiously

onto the daisy
sitting on the table
and quickly noticed more
and in different ways
as my senses
and being became more aware,
more dimensional. 


Where as
before
I saw just a
flower


Now

A delicate
blushing flower
pushes gently
upward in its
intrepid being
to reach desperately
for needed light
and existential life. 

The bursting out
of the flowers
in bloom
not only captivates
the eyes but
entranced the heart. 

This simple process
was both
ancient and eternal
to the regenerated life
that cycles but
is ever present in the now. 


Oh this changes everything

I can speak of nothing
out of everything


Now

Stronger

Finding myself
on higher plateau
with a more illuminated
vantage point
and not only a broader view
but new magic to capture it,
to translate it back
from my own reality,
and for it to be a truth
onto itself. 

The sense of a breakout moment,
feeling life course through my veins
as I begin to dance with
and seduce the words. 
They are mine
and I not only own them
but they are my lover. 
The words them self
are my muse. 

Before
I struggled to write
and now I can’t stop
the overflow of treasures
from my heart and being. 
I can’t stop
as I scribe the words
onto the walls of poetry
!

© 2012 Revery


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WOW such a wonderful write here.
I really enjoyed this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is brilliant. I love how the poem was fragmented by your logical and artistic mind...how the ordinary flower became something greater than itself when viewed through the lens of inspiration. Very creative work.

Posted 12 Years Ago



I feel an alchemy in your work of a seeker who contains the spiritual puissance of the journey. I just got a vibe from this, I'm not sure the words actually mattered.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I have goosebumps resonating through my body! This piece of yours is so alive with magic and wonder. You really have discovered a new treasure - a new world. Long live fully living and breathing in a moment

Posted 12 Years Ago


you have described perfectly what we poets do.......how we make everything come to life as we wield our words. Awesome!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this piece. To find joy and amazement in the mundane is a treasure unmeasured, an experience you want to hang on to forever. Not an easy thing to do in this fast-paced world, but something we should all strive for more often. Thanks for the reminder.

Posted 12 Years Ago


perfect :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful. Perception is everything.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Perhaps more so than the rest the ending speaks to me. I like this alot. :) I like visuals and you give me pleasant visuals here, something that makes me feel frantic and ready. Your insert a lot of emotion into your poetry and it makes it more enjoyable to read. Great Poem Revery! As a side note I find the picture fits very well too :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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I am a technical writer by profession. I'm married with three wonderful children. My poetry deals with the struggles and contrasts between the spiritual and the sensual. My life has been rich and bl.. more..

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