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The magician is the master
of wonders between the
worlds
In his hand high above
green pastures, he lifts
his hat of magic
behold the waters of
peace and tranquility
awaken to the sacred
swan song
celebrate the beauty
of life, have faith
in your heartfelt
wishes
abracadabra
believe sweet dreamer
in the magic of the hat
hold on to the wand of
enlightenment
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Nestled between the tall green pines
shimmering lake of morning reflection
kayaks rest on the shoreline of adventure
Awakening, the first breath of sunrise
glorious hues of purple, pink and yellow
light
Did you ever see a spectacular sky
that made your soul cry
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I face the sun
in a field of wheat
SCREAMING
expelling darkness
take these nightmares
filled with smoke, fire
and the stench of death
that plague this modern
world AWAY
absorbing light, love
and hope for future
generations so that they
may sleep peacefully
in an unmasked world
breathing in the
goodness of life in a field
of wildflowers rooted
deep into the sacred
earth
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It seems as though you are still summer
but, the songs of the trees have changed
summer leaves in autumn's riff
pulling at my heartstrings
falls leaves me singing
familiar tunes
crimson red
thoughts of
you
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Prompt 2. For those who like a syllabic challenge, I invite you to write a NONET – a nine line poem that begins with 9 syllables, descending line by line to 1 syllable.
Select ONE of these 9 syllable lines as your opener (or more if you wish to write several nonets)
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mysteries of the silver tongue
words inked in a nocturnal realm
quilled ballads, forever unsung
mysteries of the silver tongue
dreams hidden from the morning sun
dying limbs of broken wing elms
mysteries of the silver tongue
words inked in a nocturnal realm
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I hear you've been eavesdropping
on me, but, have you been listening
to my words
do you count the
syllables of my thoughts
do you hear me softly
whispering my intentions
into the night
is the message of my
heart audible to your
ears
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