Magic
You give me nothing to hold, and for this
are blessed. Devotion
is a mirror and breath, one
solid and illusory, the other
needed yet expelled, taken, dispersed.
Which begs another question
not relying on tricks.
“Who traces names on the sheets?” you ask.
I roll up my sleeves and say “Words
conceal what the glass cannot.”
Source becomes deed, becomes habit.
In your hand a stone, a dove, the unbroken ring.
* * *
“Magic” is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, and was first published in Taos Journal of International Poetry and Art.
O at the Edges 
Another gem pulled from the poetic hat. And did I hear ‘night’ in place of ‘glass’ in, “Words
conceal what the glass cannot.” Or was that an illusion?
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Ha! I tricked myself. I’ve done this a couple of times – posted a written version that differs from the recording. Seems I’m never done tinkering with these… 😀
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But still, a glass half-full.
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Yep! 😀
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Good stuff and enjoyed the recording
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Thanks very much, Don.
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I like the sound and energy of this … suspense … and great musical notes contribute to that.
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Thanks, Jazz. I enjoyed playing around with the music, and incorporating it. I’d like a better way of recording music, but there hasn’t been much time for that lately. One of these days.
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The sound of the strings is a good opening, the concise poetry in between flavour it with spice, and the end-notes from the strings echoes in eternity. Thanks for sharing this amazing poetry work Bob.
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Thank you! I’m so pleased it resonated for you.
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With thanks for sharing your great site. http://greenbarleyplus-es.eu/
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Thank you for reading!
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