Vanquishing Fear

Does the poet create poetry, or does poetry’s magic create the poet?

Vanquishing Fear
                 by Odin Roark

Her unwritten diary
Read of descriptions glittering private
Her hourglass of diamonds
Where forever truly destined forever

Her beauty made artists shy
Their palettes’ ablaze with unfettered colors
Her trail of fragrance brought flowers about face
Her presence in crowds like a warm tropical breeze

Suitors rifled their pockets of tricks
Bent on conquest of the untamable
For beneath her silk-like curls
Dwelled the inexplicable
The enigmatic defense
Protecting the lost
Never to be found
Lips not yet ready to part

So grew the nymphet of patience
Often confining herself to shoreline treasures
Where shamans fathoms deep
Shared sonnets of passion
From sea shells to auricle passage
Personal imaginings to echoing without end

And then…

A man did appear
Heretofore merely another serial lover
Leaving traceable imprints
Evidence for confirming
He did exist

Her first glance fostered nightmares
Burning fear of losing that
Which she knew not of
So virginal her experience

Yet rarities do happen

Pen and paper gave birth
To offspring of word and symbol
The poetry of two reflected many
Where shamans and sea shells
Imprints and nightmares
Poetry’s family tree of shared resonances
Became transcendence together