•A Crafty Complex Spell•
A melody breaking through from a guitar,
A piece of a fallen star,
A touch of fresh snow,
A pinch of moon's gentle glow,
Winter's subtle smell,
Were all in the spell,
That made you;
Along with the shade of blue
That designs the sky.
A puff of the clouds up high,
A tune from a song,
A bark of a tree- to make you strong-
Were mixed and muddled,
And kindness was doubled.
A small plot of a writer's land,
The golden hue of sunset sand;
Drop of ink, a dash of lead,
And of course, a book's thread!
Were blended, mingled, fused, combined;
To the project, the best were assigned!
Like every sea hides a storm,
Snowflakes can cause a snowstorm;
You have, in you, magic, power-
To make people smile or cower-
In your words, and melodies,
Offering cures, and remedies.
Use it wisely, use it well;
Then that crafty, complex spell,
Would have been used perfectly well;
To never again disappear, dispel!
So, maybe sing a happy tune,
Or weave a story under the moon,
Mould a poem,
Or whistle a hum,
And in a moment, in a jerk,
Your wonder will do the work!
May the coming times be jovial, and spread cheer;
I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
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Tacenda ♡ [Poetry]
PoetryTacenda (n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence "My poems were as deep as the heart they were written with. "Poetry is what the heart says when the mouth can't speak." Copyright © RavishingPoet 2018 [Highest In Poetry...