A laborious craft
Where you spin
Words of silk
And satin
Stories of fire
And raging war
Legends of dragons
And battles of lore
Myths of demons
And ancient enemies
Magic and wizards
And spine-tingling
Mysteries
Tis no easy task
To sit and think
And create an entire world
From the bowels of your mind
It isn't easy in the slightest
To form people and plots
To fashion art out of paper
Out of ink
And metaphoric knots
The scratch of pen on paper
Piles of messy outlines
The rustle of chapters
Rough drafts and scraps
Of descriptions and places
That you've only seen
In your dreams
The process is long
But a journey
Worth embarking on
The vibrant colors
The vivid personalities
The stunning and horrific
Sight of your soul bleeding
As you come undone
In a blissful pain
Allowing you to see
Who you really are
As words fill your head
And become alive
As they pulse and beat
Erratically
To melodies of screams
And laughter
Of the world's voices
A rainbow of races
And a mosaic of cultures
As fabrics whirl in and out
You bleed slow and steady
As the globe spins
And faces pass in and out
Solemn eyes
And beaming smiles
With sapphire blue
And inchworm green
Iridescent yellow
Crimson and all
The in between
Spreading across
The globe
And blending
In unison
With the faint
And melodious humming
Of understanding.
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Chromatic Musings
PoesíaA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
