A Call to the Poetic Wizards
Share your emotion for others to know we are not alone.
Poetry is created out of nothing—a void where our true selves live. Every beat rising to form an emotional song. A chorus of feelings unraveled by images in a Wizard's lost mind.
An empty page begins to hold stanzas set to drift blindly on a white ocean. A couplet is released into form by two magic lines that blend on a once blank screen. The song whispers from inside you the prophetic storm—a call to summon your attention beyond the edge of night. A Magician understands the nonsense and weaves each word into rhyme.
A tercet rings truth. You gather each torn piece from the void to fit into a puzzle shaped with another line. Three beats from a drum stir the Wizard in you.
Unknown energy now speaks to your caporal soul. You begin to unlock forgotten secrets left behind hidden doors. Patience rings true, showing eternities discarded gifts—a presence of mind to listen to the songs buried within you.
Sing to the world what you have seen. It is your time to aid in our mend.
We have dreamt of the Wizard.
We now need a friend.
Copywrite Christopher Madsen 2021
About the Creator
Chris Madsen
A blue-collar delivery driver with a passion for writing poetry. I wake three hours before my shift. Listen to mind-altering music and muse! My lunacy fueled in search of finding anything that might rhyme with "Orange."
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