Magic

Pamela Morrison
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readNov 5, 2017

What is magic anyway?
Do you believe in fairytales?
Can a kiss, as if like lazarus
Bring you back from the abyss
Or is it just imaginary
A shard of light
We cannot see
Perhaps it’s all just in our heads
These beliefs of hidden mystery
Is it just elementary
A discovery of Legerdemain
In other terms a slight of hand
Now you see it, now you don’t
Brings in the crowds
That simple quote
Heart in mouths
Eyes diverted
With the aid of smoke and curtains
From the huge pocket called a topit
Where many things secreted hide
To be regurgitated at a later time
Causing delight and elated screams
Of “Magic” when they are re-seen
Deep in concentration
We try to see the slip
Often not seeing the illusion
In the confusion
The manipulation of the creation
The trick
We are left in disbelief
Focusing on the Prestidigitation
What we see can often be
Just our imagination

Originally published at freeyourflourish.com on November 5, 2017.

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Pamela Morrison
Poets Unlimited

Discoverist, writing of life, love, obstacles, change & other things. Problems are my catnip and troubleshooting my fuel. My accidental poetry keeps me sane.