PAD - Day 29 - 3 Magical/Realism Poems

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Magical Mystical Realism Ride

The line on which chubby toes

stand between that which is and

that which whirls is misty,

all is magic, all is real in this

spinning blue marble that we

all share where fathers reach

with strong arms and raven

hair to snatch us to safety

from moving carousels

hold us against strong

beating hearts and music

crescendos and we

curl into forever love

that remains as a whisper

in the wind

as a woman’s toes

stand poised

on the line

still blurry

still magical, mystical

still real

~ 

Inseparable

From the tips of mountain peaks

vanishing in clouds of mist

that disappear when one stands

within – to aquamarine waters

that shimmer with sunshine

crystal color completely clear

flowers that blossom from

winters frigid harsh grave

an infants outraged scream

pulled from an unknown

existence to waiting arms

all creatures living, grasped

in passionate embrace

holding fast with clutched

toes as the marble spins

holding and letting go

singing a bright song

or a song of surrender

of song of solitude

singing, holding, letting

go, as the marble spins

so small and undefined

from above, so vast and

unknowable – all the

thrumming of life and

the stillness of its end

the mystic rising and

falling of breath itself

realism and magic

inseparable

 ~

Two teens at the shore

they carried one towel

between them

and burned in

the sun and with

a passion that flared

magic – perhaps

the infant

real