Magic Within, Magic Without, Magic With You! (two poems)
Magic Within, Magic Without, Magic With You!
A Painting Description with Poetry
9x28 inch Acrylic on Wood
“Magic Within, Magic Without, Magic With You”
by Matilda Wentzel
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As always you are free to interpret this piece however you choose or are led to understand it.
These are simply my own thoughts which I feel inspired to share.
My own interpretations change as I revisit with pieces as time goes on, but these are my initial thoughts at the time of creation.
Going out on the hill to ski with my husband Sam, feels just like a dance! We swerve in and out of each other’s tracks with choreographed skills!
Dancing is a great picture of marriage, it takes practice, it brings lots of joy, and sometimes you step on each other’s feet. You must ebb and flow with one another, listening, paying close attention & communicating every step of the way. Then hopefully, after years and years of practice, others can look in upon your dance and see inspiring beauty, knowing that a lot of hard work went into it!
Along these lines I wrote this poem for Sam:
“You give me the music
We have the same beat
Our dance is each other’s
Our rhythm is in sink
You move me in step
I follow your lead
Our dance is each other’s
Your movement is all I need
You swirl me & twirl me
I’m caught in your gaze
Our dance is each other’s
To the end of our days”
A few weeks after I had written it, I was reading through an old poetry journal of mine, when I found this following poem I wrote back in 2014, 2 years before I’d met Sam.
“The Somebody”
If I ever met somebody where the vibes between us felt like a poem
Something like living in a musical
With dancing and synchronized emotions
Where all just seemed to flow perfectly like it were choreographed
Where each word would sound like a musical note
Where every move is as a musical rhythm
Falling ever closer the point of endless spinning
Hand in hand
Feet unmoved
If I ever were to meet that kind of spark in a person
The kind that makes you lose all sense of reality
Lost in dreams too whimsical for waking
A body who could instill in me the kind of unknown and undescribed feeling found between your mind and your heart
If I ever met a soul who wore the kind of joy in their smile that I would want to bring out in a person
Who in return gifted me with the deepness of a smile which can be felt with a pressure from the inside
That kind of mind
That heart
That body
Whose eyes hold every personal hope I ever had
If I were to find such a fixture undescribed by even the completeness of galaxies
I'd not let that ‘somebody’ slip away from me.
Although I didn’t know who this ‘somebody’ was at the time, this poem is definitely fulfilled in my husband Sam! Endlessly thankful!