A poetic journey through my mind

No Magic

Just yesterday, the moon shone blue
and the twinkling stars were gold,
but now they’re dull, they’re only stone,
and the moon is white and cold.

Just yesterday, the unicorns
grazed happily in the rain,
but now the grass lies dead and brown
across the endless plain.

Just yesterday, when I was loved,
brilliant colors filled the sky,
and every cloudbank smiled at us,
and wore a rainbow tie.

But now my love has gone away,
and life is dull and drear,
and that is why I say, my child,
there is no magic here.

8 responses

  1. So touching… magic is always there in you, my dearest poet šŸ™‚ Thanks and Love, nia

    April 8, 2012 at 4:16 pm

  2. artblablablablog

    the best yet, I think, in my humble opinion. we create our reality, and this is so dead on.

    April 8, 2012 at 5:26 pm

    • KC

      Aww, thanks. It’s not one of my favorites, but just because it seems too…I dunno, hallmark-ish? *sighs* I’m so critical of my own stuff. It gets annoying sometimes. *hugs* Glad you like it…that gives it a bit more favor in my mind. šŸ˜‰

      April 8, 2012 at 5:37 pm

      • artblablablablog

        I was a professional greeting card artist/writer for several years- Ha! So there you have it. Actually the company I worked for sued Hallmark and won šŸ˜‰ With a staff of over 700 creative people they still had to steal from other companies. Anyway, I still like your poem.

        April 8, 2012 at 9:17 pm

  3. George Weaver

    The best poetry can be understood as it is read. It requires no complicated analysis. It speaks directly to the heart of the reader. There is nothing “Hallmarkish” about the emotion in these lines. I suppose one has to ask himself for whom he writes? And why? I think Robert Frost did not worry about a future Hallmark although he inspired many of their writers, I’d wager. We are still reading his poetry, you know.

    April 8, 2012 at 5:47 pm

  4. KC

    I guess it’s just my uncomfortableness and stubbornness with what seems to be…meh…I don’t really -dislike- sentimentality, or pretty words…I just prefer my own voice, and my own honesty in my work, and I’ve thrown away several poems that I wrote because someone asked me to, or I decided to write someone a present. I can do that now, I suppose, but the ones before were always…somehow false. They were shallow, I guess. Sorry, don’t mean to rant, and I promise I am not as picky of other peoples work…just mine.

    It’s sort of like the way I feel right now…I see people with thousands of followers, and me with my hard won 35-40…and I just feel tired. I know how to get more followers. And if I didn’t, there are a thousand-thousand blogs waiting to tell me. But I feel about it like I feel about relationships. I’ve had 4 serious relationships. Total. In 42 yrs. I spent a lot of time in anguish about it…then I realized. If I want a date, or to (god forbid) sleep with someone, I can get that. I can walk into any bar or club, pick a decent looking drunk, and ask, and 9 out of 10 times the answer will be yes. But…eww! Not if they paid for the privilege. Never-never-never. And sorry, but that’s what the most popular blogs feel like to me. Commercials and tag searches and linking in comments and spam and articles/posts about “popular” subjects…entertainers and politics and media darlings. *sighs*

    Guess I did mean to rant, after all. I just hope no one takes the above personally. If you can do all that, that’s awesome. Technically, I can to. I just choose not to. And if that choose means I fail to accomplish what I set out to do with this blog, which is to bring it to the attention of a potential audience…then so be it.

    KC

    April 8, 2012 at 9:39 pm

  5. KC

    Heh…or maybe I’m just a naive snob. Maybe this time next year I’ll have a blog full of ads and poems about Lady Bieber and Justin Gaga. I dunno. If so, you all have permission to laugh at me. A lot. šŸ˜‰

    April 8, 2012 at 9:43 pm

  6. How sad that departed love takes away all of earth’s beauty at your window.

    April 16, 2012 at 1:48 pm

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