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
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
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© March 30, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html