This is my very first blog. And I’ve decided to admit something. The idea of a blog for the world stage was terrifying and overwhelming for me, it caused a lot of anxiety. After much delay and ruminating I’m facing my fear and putting out there whatever I feel I want to share, the things I reserve for my journals and my private self.
First I had to admit to myself what was holding me back and then I had to decide I was no longer going to keep those feelings a secret for only me. One thing I did not do is any research. I have never read anyone’s blog. Many people have given me their advice and most of it consisted of take a blogging class, research the top bloggers and read what they are talking about, start following some blogs yourself. Decide the structure of your blog and what you want the content to be. How to blog, why to blog, when to blog….I don’t have any answers, and I decided that I didn’t want to over-think the creative process, it’s not how I work best, I didn’t want rules and the why’s and how’s to get lost in the me just being me.
So after all the advice I received from colleagues and friends I decided that I would not do any of those things I would just share parts of me in this first blog. I’m not saying I will not ever read anyone’s blog or never do research and study to perfect my art and hopefully become a better writer in the process. I’m certain that I will, but I felt I was just complicating everything way to much…what do I write about? What is the structure of my blog? Who are you targeting? Why????? UGH! Too much pressure, I decided inaction was my best approach. I put it all away, and stopped thinking about it altogether. Then last night I took out a pen and scratch paper and starting writing what I was thinking about the whole thing, and I realized all my stress and anxiety and fear was ruining the thing I love most, just to be myself. If I read other blogs, found out who are the best, who has the most followers, the top players I knew I would just feel inferior to them and it would cripple me further.
I only know that I am a writer, it’s my gift, and only just a few short years ago I finally listened to that inner voice telling me “you have to publish your book”, I made the decision to no longer hide my notebooks, be ashamed of what came out of me, be afraid of what people will think when they read my work, and January 11th, 2014 I published my first book Blood on Paper, now nothing will stop me, I know I am finally doing what I was meant to do, what I should have been doing all along. Now I’m working on my second book scheduled to come out in the fall, writing new things every day, and as of right this moment I am officially a blogger.
So I decided right or wrong here is what I want my first blog to be, I want to begin with is a poem mainly because I feel deeply, strongly, madly, and passionately that is what I am, a poet.
I feel things very deeply, that has always been both a blessing and a curse. The blessing for certain is the work that pours from me; the curse is the pain and suffering endured in the process. The creative process for me personally is both beautiful and horrific, everything is stripped away, there’s a tearing down, and falling apart, and then order from all the chaos emerges, and then I can breathe again.
This poem I am sharing with you is about desire and passion, animal attraction, magnetism that is simply divine, cannot be explained, when it happens you feel shock and awe in the magic of it all. Like you have looked your whole life, searched for a feeling, and then there it is right before your eyes. I hope I have captured those feelings for you here, in this poem.
This is my latest work and a favorite for a myriad of reasons but mostly simply because it just feels really really good.
I don’t want you to think that because I have chosen to start my blog this way I’m going to blog about sex and love and fluffy stuff all the time, while of course that will be some of it…I am a poet after all!! I feel and express emotions to the utmost extreme nth degree, passion personified! However, that is not everything I write about, or talk about, or think about, reflect on or study, but this blog, because it is my very 1st ever I wanted to begin on a positive note with something beautiful. It’s the thing everyone most wants to feel, love, lust, passion, desire, falling in love…and everyone will take away from it what they personally relate to it, which is one of my favorite things about poetry.
For me, whenever I finish a poem I feel like each, on their own, is a true work of art.
This one fell together like magic. So the title worked in every way…
I give you IRRESTIBILE MAGIC
By Victoria Raine
Do you believe in magic?
The things you can’t touch or see
What about fate or synchronicity?
Things rarely are what they seem to be
Let the veil fall away
Come take a look behind the curtain with me
Irresistible magic is what I found
Right in the middle of what I didn’t expect
The place in the path where the roads intersect
The stars in alignment at just the right time
The reveal so very intrinsically divine
We come together in a fury
Leave each other in a heated flush
Why is it only you
can make me feel this body rush
You touch me and taste me
And make me burn for days
You come at me like a raging bull
Guns all ablaze
With unbroken kisses
As if we are fighting for our very lives
Passions flame igniting our fire inside
we tear away at our clothes
Our burning desire
is our flesh exposed
Furious passion together unfolds
Rare as the Hope Diamond
Worth more than gold
Truly a treasure
One of a kind
Our love touch is a magnificent find
Hooked on this feeling
Caught in the irresistible magic of our bliss
lights our way into the abyss
Our embrace is euphoria
Nirvana our kiss
Tangled mess of hair and skin
my dress upon the floor
you give all of you
and from me you take even more
Rivulets of sweat drip down my spine
leaving the glimmering radiance
of our explosiveness behind
Both master and slave
It’s all of you that I crave
Can’t seem to ever get enough
You’ve got me where you want me
trapped in this spell I’ve fallen under
somewhere between heaven and hell
and Oh so much splendor
wrapped blissfully in your arms
is where we both surrender
The end of this poem
brings beautiful release
explosion of color into ordinary life
Feel all the magic I left behind
Lingering long after
the pleasures of the flesh subside
Is it possible to believe in something so divine?
Do you believe?
In irresistible magic?