Magic

Posted on February 4, 2015 by Jim Stewart

A lilt of breeze comes
into my instrument;
leaves beat the ground:
show me the rhythm.
Finding isn’t, seeking is.
I nudge where light
robs the darkness.
I arrive in a place that sings.
It is magic.

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(fountain: shutterstock.com; wings: youtube.com)

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4 Responses to Magic

  1. Melissa Shaw-Smith's avatar Melissa Shaw-Smith says:
    February 4, 2015 at 9:08 am

    Very nice!

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  2. Andra Watkins's avatar Andra Watkins says:
    February 4, 2015 at 11:32 am

    Seeking is life, I think.

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  3. Jim Stewart's avatar narble says:
    February 4, 2015 at 12:13 pm

    For many of us, yes, it is.

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