Charisma is not volume.
It is gravity.
A quiet pull that bends rooms, a warmth that enters before language.
This season, we write toward that unseen heat—the flicker behind the eyes,
the confidence that doesn’t announce itself,
the glow that remains after someone has gone.
Welcome to Season Two.
Lean in. The air is listening.
The Poetry Jar — “Charisma”
Dip your hand into the jar. Let chance choose your spark.
Lumen
Velvet voice
Gravity
Gaze
Ember-slow
Resonance
Gold-spine
Afterimage
Soft command
Pulse
Hush-light
Magnetism
Poise
Heat without fire
Familiar stranger
Unspoken yes
Crownless
Radiant pause
(Optional ritual: choose 1 word, or 3. Write without stopping for 7 minutes.)
Three Layered Prompts
Prompt I — The Entrance
Write a poem that begins before the speaker arrives.
Describe the room, the air, the shift—
what changes when charisma is about to cross the threshold.
The speaker may enter late, or not at all.
Focus: anticipation, atmosphere, subtle power.
Prompt II — The Source
Personify charisma as something earned, stolen, or inherited.
Is it a voice learned in childhood?
A scar that taught presence?
A secret tenderness mistaken for strength?
Constraint: Include one line that whispers rather than declares.
Prompt III — The Cost
Write about the moment charisma fails, fades, or is misunderstood.
When magnetism becomes loneliness.
When being seen becomes exposure.
Twist: End with a quiet reclamation—
a softer, truer power returning.
Charisma is not performance.
It is alignment.
When the inner weather matches the outer stance.
If you feel called, share:
the word you pulled from the jar
one line that surprised you
or the silence you sat with before writing
Season Two has begun.
The glow is yours now—
carry it gently.
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Ohhhhh snap, we are back!!