24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Uruz – Strength
URUZ is an untamed force
Wild as the Aurochs
A cosmic space between Fire and Ice
A melting flaming torrid
Powerfully causing rain to fall or
Gently drawing moisture from the ground
A natural process, one can’t resist
In this Runic stave is found
The key of magick strength
Leads to health and vitality
But self-knowledge and understanding
Are the absolute necessity
My magic is missing
and, if I could,
I would buy a potion
from the high-desert herbalist
to regain it.
But the truth is,
I’m lost,
worn,
emptied by grief.
I light the candles
I smell the incense
I sound the bell
I walk the labyrinth
I am bathed in sound
I breathe in peace
Again and again,
I seek the magic I found once,
searching for a sparkling drop of hope
in an ocean of dark despair.
Witches and wizards filled my head
With sparks, newts, and rat tails
I just wanted my own magic
A powerful wand and stable broom
A dark cauldron and pointed hat
But sparks and wands are just in stories
So wand became pen and ink my only dark tool
Paper corners pointed and a stable desk
With pencil shavings, dictionaries, and tea
Witches and wizards fill my head and paper
Im rather happy with this one. It feels a little silly maybe but that is good for some fun.
Sometimes we mistake magic for ordinary.
An egg is magic.
So are a seed, a blossom, a child.
Why is it that the religious fear magic
but believe the unbelievable?
Science and magic are not mutually exclusive.
That spark of electricity is both
real and magical.
So is the atom you cannot see,
only its manifestations,
its aggregates.
The universe is unexplainable, but
scientists keep looking for explanations
and finding them.
Putting magic into a story is one way
to get many middle schoolers to read.
To share magic, read to a child.
To share magic, laugh with a friend.
Wait! Magic is magic!
how unusual
for me to start late
but here I am
a Nobody like You-Know-Who
mired and loving the lowly Bog
magic-less
___________
cold dream…
seemed he looked right through me
smile awhile…
inside the moon never think
forever
summer to fall…
too soon to lose a spell of love
but
try
(A Found Poem from Heart’s ‘Magic Man’)
it blinked a quick blink
my 5 year old daughter was birthed with wonder in her eyes
so bright and full
she offers me a million questions a day
Overwhelming my need for silence
i am not a patient mother
though my 5 year old is patient with me
her eyes are encouraging
never concluding
just asking
for what she needs
She is teaching me to look beyond the “mommy frustration”
to breathe
to answer
to hug
to love
to pay attention
instead of rushing to get back to
something
back to work
back to reading
back to the song
back to not paying attention
she is teaching me to envision my future with more patience and time with life’s questions
with her questions
she is my wonder….
she is magic…
It was simply magic
The day I fell in love;
My days were long, and I had lost
All hope that love would come.
But just like that, he came–
Out of nowhere, walking
Into the life I’d walked alone–
I heard the magic talking!
Our dating days were short
As we could hardly wait
To walk beside each other;
Holding hands in magic’s fate.