24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I wish we had more time
But I remember a story
About a class
They were asked
Do you hit the child on the bridge
Or swerve and endanger the 20 men in the back?
The class debated
They debated for an hour
Before the professor told them
“You hit the child 59 minutes ago.”
We never have more time
DAMN!!
I am good
It took the first hour of this poetry marathon prompt to remind me
Just how good I really am
And not just at poetry
As BEing me
DOing me
Walking in who I am
When I know who I am
And Mama Universe working with life
Is so kind and loving to send me Guidance reminders
Reminding me who the fuck I am
And where I came from
And why I am here
To walk in my Soul’s Purpose
And fulfilling my Life’s Mission
One conversation, one tear, one book written, one foot in the grass, one sale, one anger, one mistake, one lesson, one smile, one joy, one hug from my child, one new memory, one new Life Experience at a time.
Reminding me that my past
My present
And my future
Is all meant to be
And all on me
And if my poetry for this marathon is all about me I won’t make no apologies if and when you decide to read
Because on the flip side
Everything is a reflection
A reflection of the one who sees, chooses, feels, and thinks
Knowing that, innerstand
I am writing about you too
So not only am I reminding me
I Am also reminding you
Copyright © 2019 by Angelica Stevenson
All Rights Reserved
It’s magical intoxication
have no control on my mind
It has gone crazy
It’s the magic of this
Wheather
I have no control
I am going crazy
Birds are chirping
Flowers and buds
Smiling
Playful breeze
Still cool outside
All these signs
Telling stop
Right here
Don’t go anywhere
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