Dispelling

Summary

The text is a reflective prose poem by Barry Dawson IV, exploring themes of transformation, acceptance, and the duality of human emotions in the face of life's unchangeable events, as prompted by "capitulation" for Scrittura's writing challenge on 26 May 2021.

Abstract

In "Dispelling," Barry Dawson IV articulates a journey of self-realization and emotional paradox. The author describes becoming a 'magician' who understands life's illusions, accepting that the world moves on regardless of personal actions. The poem delves into the aftermath of a significant conversation, where words once spoken cannot be taken back, and the complex interplay between pride, desire, and the advice of friends. Despite the pain of things said and done, Dawson finds himself experiencing profound happiness alongside despair, standing at the crossroads of contradictory emotions. The poem suggests that the soul can endure deep division and still flourish, with existence's mystery evolving with each breath. The author embraces the role of a seasoned magician, adept at navigating life's complexities.

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The author conveys a sense of resignation to the world's indifference to individual efforts, yet also a sense of peace with the natural progression of events.
There is a reflection on the irreversible nature of words and actions, and how they shape our lives and relationships.
The poem suggests that pride can be both a source of satisfaction and a barrier to personal fulfillment.
Dawson acknowledges the value of listening to oneself over the well-intentioned but potentially misguided advice of friends.
The text portrays a deep introspection and acceptance of the full spectrum of human emotions, from joy to despair.
The author implies that personal growth and understanding can lead to a reconciliation with life's inherent contradictions.
There is an underlying message of resilience, as the soul is depicted as capable of not just surviving but th

26 May 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: capitulation

At the end, I have become the magician. Slight of hand no longer mystifies me. The world is not mine to save, nor will it await help that will never come. It will twirl around Newton’s Law on lazy threads of angular momentum, and I am carried along, destination, whatever comes next.

I said what I said and can never un-say it. She had licked her wounds and returned her key. I thought that should have satisfied my pride. I listened to the good intentions of friends telling me what I deserved, ignoring what I knew would make me whole. I sang all the cliches at perfect pitch. I burned down Eden to catch the big-game poacher. What’s done is done, and yet I remained undone.

I am as happy as I’ve ever been and I have also become intimate with my despair. I stand on both coasts, effortlessly, as if this has always been the way. So be it. Amen.

Who knew a soul could be split to the bone, and yet continue to thrive? With each breath, the mystery of existence deepens, thickens, changes its shape, and shifts its meaning. It is too much and not enough, and somehow that is perfectly fine for a seasoned magician.

Written for Scrittura’s 26 May 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: capitulation, hosted by J.D. Harms.

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Dispelling

26 May 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: capitulation

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