MAGIC WORKS
Not on the grand scale of wizards throwing fireballs like Frisbees
But on the human scale of a warm smile or a friendly hug
Or on the evil side of the coin, a glare or a scowl
In these dimensions
MAGIC WORKS
Not on the grand scale of witches concocting vile brews
But on the human scale of a sweet strawberry drink
Or on the evil side of the coin, a dose of alcohol
In these dimensions
MAGIC WORKS
The inspiration for this poem I think came from my locker. One
of my friends knew the combination, and for some reason, I wanted to keep
him out. So I set my idea of a spell on the dial so that I could open
it and nobody else. Within a couple of days, he complained that he'd
had a really difficult time getting into my locker. To me, this means
the spell had worked to some extent. Another form of magic I've seen
is bio-magnetic therapy. It has been proven that magnetic fields
interfere with healing. Yet some people are helped by wearing
bracelets with magnets in them. More magic, just unconsciously
invoked.
(There used to be a comments form here. However, having seen what I get when
I make it easy to comment, that form has been indefinitely suspended. I can
still be reached by email at
<loonxtall@hotmail.com>. I
apologize for any inconvenience.)
