Magpie Tales is a blog “dedicated to the enjoyment of poets and writers, for the purpose of honing their craft, sharing it with like-minded bloggers, and keeping their muses alive and well.” Each week, it offers an image as a writing prompt.
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Mag #234
The artist alone knows
the possibilities of sky.
the possibilities of sky.
He stands in open meadow,
in night’s cold moments
and conjures what only
the gods see.
He molds with his hands
the magic of stars unbound
from man’s small view
and unleashes dreams
that will haunt even
the sadness of song.
Hi there “Crafty Lady”…and you certainly can write, too! The artist alone knows–yes, I see an artist in a park or in the woods, I wonder what she/he is conjuring, what God is “seeing”, what I am missing.
So we each do what we do. And you do yours well.
Ah yes, lovely words, and even in a song sung sad, there is that one flicker waiting to burn evermore.
“……conjures what only / the gods see.”…that’s exactly how an artist works…lovely write…
What a lovely poem! These are my favorite lines:
“that will haunt even
the sadness of song.”
Nicely done…thanks for sharing
His alpha beta synapses are positively singing !
just beautiful…x
OHHHHHHHH! This is delicious! Lovely Mag. Love and Light, S
Your words are always a treat…