ARTIST Poem: The Ritual of Rhyme, by Emily Williams

When the world came to be
A voice called out in the darkness
“let there be light”
A prayer, a request, a spark
to begin an eons long project
An ever changing painting of
rolling hills and clouds and
perspective shifts
When I come to a blank page
a word document of cascading
nothingness
I approach in the same way
and clear my throat and speak
through my fingertips
“let there be word”
and I saw, it as good
My soul burns through letters
syllables thoughts feelings
as prose becomes poem
and my world knits itself together
into an afghan of myself
Wound tightly on the page
It is through this act of creation
that I play the role of benevolent god
and expose the facets of mind, matter
to the mirror of the universe
I gain worshippers, gain dissent
and become a force of nature
a fearsome feminine storm
unleashing the joy, the sensual,
the darkness and horrors
and everything about me
in a way that is palatable
digestible in words, in verse
Ready to be set to the lyre
And sung to every corner
Can you see me, now? Can you
believe in me? or should I begin
my services, my worship through
words again?
I’ll open to a new page, a new chapter,
and begin again with “let there be words”

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