Word Magic Poem by Max Reif
Word Magic
Prospero waves his wand:
the words asleep in the dictionary
arise, flapping black wings.
Filling the sky with chaos
they fly in his eye, out his ear,
or the other way around,
dipping their wings in his memories
before settling down on the page
where they roost in luminous patterns.
A reader opens a book:
can you hear the cacaphony?
The sky is blackened again,
as they make for his head and his heart,
some for his limbs or his neck.
That's what fools don't see
in the writing, the reading of poems.
Ah, yes, words! From Mr. Webster's head to the dictionary to my head to the paper to your head, where you go to Mr. Webster's dictionary to find the meaning of the words. Loved this poem, Max....Word journey...love it!
This was posted yesterday and then withdrawn. These 2 comments were made 1st *********************************************************************************************** Kimmy Kastner (8/29/2006 7: 01: 00 PM) agreed ******** Anna Russell (8/29/2006 6: 20: 00 PM) This is just wonderful. A well earned 10 from me. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 11:00:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ouch-ily spot on. More, Max, more! - hitting the right place, again, and again.... t x