Storied Enchantments (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo

[Author’s Note: I’ve looked up to master wordsmiths all my life. They can fill the lives of people with so much joy, and in my mind they are true wizards capable of casting spells and enchantments on their audiences.]

On stormy afternoons

 when tears

    trickle

      like

      rain

I wish to weave stories
    that can bring
       even

      a glimmer

         of
      sunshine

 from between the clouds
    for anyone
      who might ache
        in the same way

Stories are the means
 by which I know
  how to touch
    the hearts of others…

      …to give comfort
           when troubles
           press down hard
             and murky clouds
             loom on the horizon

 A smile at a tale well-told
   is a triumph
    against devastation–

      like a warm blanket
        offered for protection

Every happy idea
 inscribed onto a page
  becomes a means to remember
    the little blessings
       bountiful in our world
         to hold onto
           like guides

  …shared to help
      anyone who reads them
       find steadier footing

Masterful wordsmiths
 can inspire and empower
    with just the right
      enchantments

 I look upon them with awe
   and strive to learn
    their secrets

  … as one who aspires
        to inspire

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