Saturday, October 4, 2014

magic

Magic flew in circling mind,
drew with coloured brush,
danced upon the elements;
sang through tiny thrush.

In the song of certainty,
the possible released,
imagination took the stage;
such beauty was bequeathed.

http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2014/09/magic.html

5 comments:

  1. Inner and outer both worlds are magical indeed...we need to pause, behold and create...a beautiful poem...

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  2. How lovely! Truly magical with your imagery. "The possible released" --- I really like that!

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  3. Loved "such beauty was bequeathed". I don't think I've visited before; glad to meet you!

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