The Write I Dance

I wonder in music
begins as muse,
                like the poet sees
it is my muse
the mūs—i—c

not mere lyrics predominate
melancholic sound waves
                       intoxicate

feelings, emotions, insights
                             within
the shaman dancing
my spirit
dance
to invoke it from slumber
let the ceremony begin

at times I cannot impel
of my own power
when listening, I feel deeply
the message charms
  I write its hour

prior I had no insights
for you
no
sights
in
for you
the shaman dances
the communion rites

        the spirit renews
the slumbering muse
and gives it speech

speaking
incantations
commingling with
the light of eyes
hallucinating thought
                         infuse
vision
        in
          trance

Now from this rite
I write
and you see my
spirit
          dance

 

 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© March 30, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn

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About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is?

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