Word Awakenings
by Odin Roark

For the writer…

Is it illusion that brings peace and unbridled calm,
images the sweet scent of veracity found,
that wanders through the rivulets of past memories,
lifting sadness from the fog of fear?

Is it artifice that brings pleasure of fulfillment,
allows feelings, pride,
and compassion for the reader's struggle
to accept authored dream as worthy reality?

Is it delusional to sense clarity’s desire,
to be the means for word awakenings,
enjoining the expedition to somewhere,
that place the pen first guided the author,
where imagination’s tributaries opened out to sea
Becoming everyone's lexiconic ocean to share?

If it be hallucination,
why does word play present so real
one’s mere imaginings?

If fictionalized reality be such fallacy,
why does created life as symbols on paper
seem so identifiable with a reader’s imaginings?

Such is the oneness of light and shadow,
speaker and listener,
creator and the created.

Yes…

For the writer,
a journey of words,
is a quest for honesty,
often void of compass,
fraught with questions of doubt,
faith and often the desperate trust
that the pen will remain a friend,
a loyalty assisting vibratory experiences
finding their way onto a waiting screen or blank paper,
like a tuning fork might seek the needed tone
to provide pitch for the days conundrum of truth
waiting to find harmony.

Such are word awakenings…

for some of us.