Unseen

There’s magic that we will not see
That monkeys with us all the while.
We think we’ve got it figured out.
Who knows what it is all about?
Fortunately, we still smile.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of what is unseen.

Photos: “Ivy”, above, and “Beetles on a Rose Blossom”, below.

Beetles on a Rose Blossom

Murmuring Thoughts

If I murmur, talk or sing
Guard the magic with this ring.
Hold the thought and come what may
Let the sacred children play.
Understand but don’t read through.
Spirit will enlighten you.
Then forgive and what we’ve done
May be forgiven. Life’s begun.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) with the word “murmur”.  Because of the lines about forgiveness I am linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.  I don’t know what this poem means.  It just murmured its way here.

Photos: “Icicles in the Sun”, above, and “More Icicles”, below, taken at noon on this relatively warm winter’s day.

More Icicles
More Icicles

Deeper Magic

Is someone out there looking back when we
Look out observing all those mindless things?
Those fantasies we know we truly see
Are changing through Newtonian alchemy,
But then we hear as deeper magic sings.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Paul is hosting with the theme “magic”.

Photo: “Pond Inside the Lincoln Park Conservatory” by the author and linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “water”.