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Sleight of Hand
by Magnolia Moonpiehey children
watch my eyes
magic finds the feathers,
a bird where no one's sung before—
every color's
silken shadow's
slide through these hands—
not one not two not three
all-
gasp and wonder
watch me closesly
the laughter
never leaves
my lips
and the music
never makes me sigh 12/10/2011 Posted on 12/10/2011
Copyright © 2026 Magnolia Moonpie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/10/11 at 10:56 PM ...love it; how many shows do you do a day? making me a grinning sigh! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/11/11 at 06:52 PM ... interesting nom de plume, welcome to Pathetic..... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/16/11 at 12:55 PM may the magic never wane. may the magic e'er keep flowing and waving such feathers as these to charm us on our way. |
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