Magic

August 16, 2021August 16, 2021

The Mystery of Words

There can be a tempest within my soul
on days where I’m unable to see the light
from a sun that is surely bathing me
in the heated glow of its’ rays

yet there are those days when the rays
of brilliance from that same sun radiate
through me and fill the day with bird song

song that touches every living creature’s
being with two legs to four legs to none
for even the tree feels the vibrations
in trunks, branches and fluttering leaves

leaving me in awe of it all, of the mystery
of the unnoticed brilliance of communication
the musical enhanced scores all around us

those are the days I again recall the words
whose magic enables me to speak from my heart
where the wordsmith rises again within my soul
a mystery e’er but the ocean tempest is stilled

April 29, 2021April 29, 2021

This evening when I took my dog out I stood in awe
as I have done very few times in my life while looking at the sky
the clouds of gray and white as the sun broke through
I have felt this before but so rarely
I felt as though I could touch the very blue of the sky
as though it was so close it became more solid before me
instead of part of the Universe that surrounds me
the clouds felt the same as though they were so very close
I might touch them and feel the mass of them
even though they drifted about me and did not stay still

there may be one who causes everything in life
to look more beautiful than it has ever felt before
when I was a very young girl before everything changed
I might have looked at Nature in such a way
in wonderment of its very being
but now, incredulous as it may seem and it does
my world is as beautiful to me as when I was a girl
a world that holds me in awe and I am entranced
by the mystery of it, the magic of it
and life now begins anew

Image Taken From Public Domain Photos & Created As Art

February 14, 2019

The Alchemy of Nature

Moisture quickly as it was transformed
into ice crystals gathering together
into vast colonies of snowy white

now slowly melts with less vigor
to alchemize magically resembling
larger pieces of rock salt jewels
piled atop the rust of brown leaves
the green of spiky grass

too soon for evergreens prophesy
when pine cones erupt in wonder
opening layer upon layer bristling
with anticipatory jubilation

will release tiny seeds drifting
down spinning, twirling, settling
upon reaching moist beds of earth

to become like enchanted minions
tiny treasures for mother earth
transfiguring into giants
forest armies of green

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Evergreen Cones

September 20, 2018

“Spinning Threads in Poems”

Spun words as a weaver spinning threads
upon her loom hoping that colors
will strike the brilliant chord

such as the composer who like magic
pulls each note threaded in the air
above him espouses
to encapsulate emotions
within the composition

whereupon they will be released
by those who listen
in tears of sorrow
tears of joy
or anger fleeting
as a doused
flame

with only the bliss
of knowing it was I
who lit the flame

that dances across
the reader’s face
as they imbue
their senses
with the words
of a poem

is all I envisage

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created as Art

Poems and Threads

October 30, 2017October 30, 2017

Goblins, Witches & Ghouls

Every year at Halloween
excitement filled the air
and children waited
on bated breath

to be goblins, witches,
hoboes and clowns
be become something
of a magical flare

where two streets over
lived a witch to bate them
her house decorated
with pumpkins and ghouls

but who could resist the
table laid before them
with all manner of sweet things
to cause you to drool

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Writing Prompt. Read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/10/25/twas-all-hallows-eve-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The art piece below is my own done in mixed media
of watercolor, colored pencil and acrylic.

Goblins and Ghouls

October 20, 2017October 20, 2017

Magic and a Mystery

The rusted tool chest on wheels now
a silent reminder of childhood wonder
when in mystery it did appear as

the night spread before us and sleep
a distant presence wrapped
in the excitement of holiday magic

we were sent to bed you and I
to await the morning’s sunrise
but I was vigilant and
so were you

as I listened to laughter seeping
beneath the door I smelled the
familiar scent of cigarette smoke
unfurling

from the neighbor who often was seen
visiting but it was late at night….and

I knew something or someone was about
as I saw you quietly push the door
to opening

I wanted to know if the gossip was true
that there was no Santa or St Nicholas
who would magically appear for
wishes come true

as we peeked carefully into the living room
it was mother who busied herself there
with the wonder of
holiday gifts
and fare

a shiny red tool box on wheels she moved
beside the tree as she smiled
with care

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Writing Prompt. Read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/10/18/the-scent-of-maamoul-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitally altered by myself.

Mystery of Magic