Prompt 2, Hour 2

Write a poem about magic. Magic as something real, magic as something imagined, magic in a fictional setting, magic in an urban situation, it can be about how children perceive the world as magic, or possibly magic, anything really. The word magic need not be mentioned, but it can be.

 

 

I don’t believe in magic and what some call fate

I don’t believe in knocking on wood

Nor crossing myself three times

I don’t believe that seeing a black cat brings me bad luck

Nor does spilling the salt

 

I don’t believe in wishing on a star

I don’t believe in curses, spells, or voodoo dolls

Nor karma righting all wrongs

I don’t believe Friday the Thirteenth is worse than any other day

Nor is Halloween a night for the dead to celebrate

 

I don’t believe staying healthy will add years to my life

I don’t believe eating an apple each day keeps the doctor away

Nor do I believe there isn’t a cure already for cancer

I don’t believe an annual mammogram is necessary

Nor do I need a yearly colonoscopy

 

I believe you can love more than one at a time, although not very well

I believe in love that never dies, that distance doesn’t separate

And I believe there are those who fall in love at first sight

I do believe in making every moment count

And I believe that love truly does conquer all