Spell Poem by Liza Sud

Spell



Your spell doesn't work any longer,
you are no more - behind the glass.
not for you are my light roses,
we were coupled for a long time.

My heart asks for you no longer,
as the water, covered with ice,
You are - a great miracleworker,
but not above my device.

In my love - you did not believe it.
but God knows that you were right.
I wrote poems to you, really,
My soul from you to purify!

Demons will find a new one
So that to entice,
And with angels-the jewelweeds -
New poems I will write.

Thursday, March 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spells
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 10 March 2016

The initial, intensity of a love often erodes until the magic no longer holds any power

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Daniel Brick 10 March 2016

WOW! This is so intense - with humans and demons and charismatic central players. But the absence of names, and the unkown narrator, and -? I need help understanding. I'm curious about the role of poetry: and of the poet (?) My heart asks for you no longer, etc. Can you give me a synopsis of tihs dramaI am more than curious.

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