Written for the Slam Poetry Contest: Topic: magic ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ M A G I C Magic is the dust of stars, transformed into life. It is the casement of air inside this sequined ball, within the empty vacuum of a sterile black of naught. Magic is the great orb of sun beyond our ball of life, a sun that bequeaths its light and warmth and breathes them upon an otherwise, lifeless planet. Magic is the water inside that ball of life, water that splashes in shapes of ripples that form perfect circles to reflect the light of sun. Magic is the redwood tree inside this ball of life that towers beyond the clouds, stretching into centuries, swelling wide and strong to gift us with fresh air. Magic is the smell inside this ball of life, the smell of purple hyacinth bulging with sweetness, oozing drops of flavor upon the currents of that air. Magic is the dew of love inside this ball of life, love which matures and blossoms into smiles that spread blessed warmth to everyone they touch. Magic is the happiness inside this ball of life. It is the sound of giggles which persist even when man stops perceiving the beauty all around. Magic is the sight unseen, the knowledge unnoticed, the trick not understood. It is the vision all around us that we fail to look at clearly. It is life unlabeled as wonder. Yet Magic lives inspite of our failure to perceive the countless miracles of water, air, beauty, and warmth inside this delicate, sequined ball, within the empty vacuum of a sterile black of naught. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |