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Wizards of Words
by David R Spellman
Can any of us explain the reasons why
We pick up the pen and then we try
To fashion on paper the things we’ve seen
Or create the worlds we can only dream
Was it imbedded from birth in our DNA
Maybe from experience that we chose this way
Or from another that this affliction was caught
To relate to the world our vision and thought
Some virus that spreads like untold disease
In which we find comfort, try to set at ease
A world around us that we try to explain
Perhaps to stop us from all going insane
With levity and grace in our profundity
We craft our words so the blind may see
Smithing these swords so the deaf can hear
Telling those things that we hold so dear
Opinions espoused, observations made
So that none of this may ever fade
The record is set, our tales are told
We’ll never regret, will never grow cold
For into the books or another’s mind
We have rested our case, spoken in kind
For better or worse is not ours to tell
As long as we relate and tell it so well
It will forever be said
And hopefully be heard
That to this we’ve been led
To become wizards of words
02/20/2003 Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/02/03 at 03:47 AM Magical!!! Thoroughly enjoyable!! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/02/03 at 01:53 PM Well said...David.. Very well said, when I question why, I will come and read this wonderful piece! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/02/03 at 07:15 PM You are one wizard of words Dave: Good poem....Charlie |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/03/03 at 04:12 AM Ah, my friend, you say it so well. I felt a peace when I read your poem, the kind of peace I feel when I encounter truth and revelation. You capture so much of what I would have liked to say. This is a keeper, one I will print and put on my monitor. Thanks for beautifully capturing what poetry means to us, Dave. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/03/03 at 08:56 PM Beautiful rhyme & message! |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/05/03 at 11:22 AM Wizards of Words.... love that title! I've always thought of poetry as a form of art, but never as a form of magic..... until now! Your pen becomes a magic wand before the very eye! Great piece David! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/05/03 at 07:16 PM So very well expressed! From whence the poet's inspiration? An age old question I think. You ponder a number of the sources. Some real and some analogy.
Congratulations on POTD this April 5, 2003! |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/06/03 at 04:19 PM excellent....very well written |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/06/03 at 04:34 PM We, I think, basically write to believe that we are alive. Writing motivates us to live and believe that we are not dead. Its rather a device, a defence mechanism than a faith. Ita a buffer between us and the meaninglessness and the boredom of life. Our search of meaning, power and pleasure probably ends here. Our endeaver TO BE gets some fulfilment here. Well, thats how I see it. And I am a compulsive writer. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/07/03 at 01:13 AM Absolutely brilliant analogy David! Each stanza an epiphany. I truly believe poets are born and not made, although it takes some of us longer to recognize what we are. Personally, I do it in part because I don't want to be forgotten...long after I'm gone. |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 04/09/03 at 10:34 PM Just too magical and brilliant ,Mr. Wizard. |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/11/03 at 12:57 AM wonderful:) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 04/14/03 at 09:13 PM Back for another read - I must've rated but not commented (probably could use some magic dust, sir, so I can hone my craft a little more). Well said, David, and I'm glad your poem is getting such well-deserved recognition. |
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