“Unlocking the Hidden Journeys: J.K. Durick’s Poetic Exploration of Travel and Discovery”
Have you ever found yourself so engrossed in a story that you felt a strange bond with its characters, as if they were waiting for you to wake up from a whirlwind of dreams just to resume their tumultuous lives? This evocative poem taps into that unique sensation of narrative suspense, painting a vivid picture of half-frozen moments—punches poised, bullets hovering—where the protagonists are caught in a limbo, yearning for their creator to pull them back into action. With masterful imagery and an intimate tone, the piece embarks on a journey through the tangled web of character, conflict, and the clandestine relationship between author and creation. Let’s explore the intricate dance of control and creativity, as these characters wait on the precipice of their destinies, awaiting the return of the one who holds the pen. If you’re curious about the nuances behind this captivating narrative, click here to LEARN MORE.
Last night when I left them, tired and bleary eyed
as I was, it was late, and they were still going at it,
tensions were high, guns blazing, the action was
spiraling, ascending, just reaching a point when
I felt a long break was needed, so I was off to bed,
and they froze in place, punches half thrown, bullets
pausing just short of their targets, everything half
realized, suspended, waiting; now here they are,
just where I left them, a hundred pages deep, ready
to start off where we left off, conflict heading for
a conclusion, their motives, behavior, and destinies
set, I’m sure that if I stopped and mapped them all out
I would find the pattern of things, the structure set,
these people were never meant to be alone, authors,
even this one whose name I would have to check on
the title page, set their inevitable end, and I play my
part, pick their book up and put it down whenever
I choose, their lives controlled by folks they will
never meet, and never get to question or understand,
and they are over their waiting again, while I, master
of the moment, stops to say something about them.
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