Magic

 

Magic

 

 

The wonders of magic

as it graces the lives

of so many,

through the mountains

that tower towards the heavens,

down to the rivers

that swim in the depths

of enormous playful pools,

splashing in harmony

with light silhouetting

in the glistening moon light,

while aqua life dance endless,

in moments of time.

 

 

The sways carry the scent

that floats relentlessly

to channels that spread

like large carpets splattered

in green fluorescents

that awakens from the night

as fingers of the day

brush aside the moisture,

washing each blade,

so its presences can be seen

in the glorious of morning rise.  

 

 

Deep beneath the surface,

the cultivators are working

desperately to channel waterways

to feed the seeds and accent them

with sprinkles of magical dust,

releasing prismatic effects

that suddenly rise above the earth,

in a bouquet of flowers…

awe such sweet magic

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

I enjoyed a lot this wonderful metaphysical poem, it is vivid and everything dances...thank you for entering my contest.

[Emmie]

I love it :) I think people should start believing in magic... it can touch your life. But I like the picture you painted with this piece. It is stuck fresh in my mind. As always, your words are deep and true. My words, as always, come from my heart when I say your words are amazing.