Clutching her close, his face in her hair
Lavender and eucalyptus filled his nostrils.
A tingle traveled up and down his spine.
So much magic in that simple moment.
Pitting the infinite against the instant, forever forced to hold hands.
Looking to put everything into a box
And categorize it with other like items seems to be human nature
Because we like the world to be a smaller, more manageable place that isn’t as wild and scary
Except that takes away the magic of what makes everything, and everyone, so unique
Leaving the world duller and much less interesting
So maybe we should be more open to allowing people to identify themselves?
Magic wasn’t going to happen if he didn’t get his buns in gear.
And yet he sat there with a brush in his hand and an empty canvas in front of him.
Keeping his mind in suspense as his imagination decided at that moment to go get a sandwich.
Everything he tried to get over that impasse seemed to make matters worse.
Reaching for a drink, he gestured at the canvas. “You live for another day. I think I’ll bake bread instead!”
Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money
And of those two, money was the more important
So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting
That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.
Searching for conspiracists to spread the word
To make sure the world knows the truths
Of mysteries and magic, of history and the future, of the real and the surreal
Rascals and damsels, princesses and princes, paupers and millionaires
You up for the challenge? All you need to join is to pick up a book and read.
Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance
Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative
The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart
Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted
Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke
Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint
Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life
Conjuring up a little bit of magic
As he waved his wand in the air
Setting loose his spell
That he hoped would ensnare that damned trout
Image: jotform.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/photos-with-story-featured-15.jpg
So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
Know how to fly, little one?
It involves string, cloth, structure, and magic
The first three are needed to make the object
Eventually the last is provided by the young ones watching it soar
Stories and photos from Scotland
Abdi Mohammed
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author GD Turner, Horror, Science Fiction, Poetry
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
Story world
Never Short On Words 