A shadow.
A wisp of smoke,
dancing across the creases of my conscience
just out of my grasp.
It taunts,teases,
lures and baits,
only to run,
withholding from me
its indiscernible meaning.
Slowly,
the flame of doubt
burns brighter,
casting a thousand dark shadows
across reality,
burning the wick,
my wick of perception.
The hollow glow
begins to dim,
the wax melts,
furnishing no magic,
only deceit.
The show,
the turn,
the prestige.
The truth.
Author notes
The poem is about the fraud of magic. Supposedly, all magic tricks have the same 3 parts (6th stanza). I think the 4th part should be included (7th stanza). Its the moment some time after you've seen the trick once you've finally figured it out, but nobody really cares anymore. Leaving you with the most dejected feeling in the world. It's always so simple, isn't it?
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Comments
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I really like the concept you've used here!
Good imagery and flow throughout this piece.
Nicely done
Bravo
♥ Kate -
i love it. the imagery and mystery is really awesome. wish i could do it.
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