Witch Book of Creativity!

A book I found 

lying by a broken window 

In a cranky old monument 

Dusky mystic air of that unforgettable evening 

Tempted me to turn a leaf 

Of what I found; was the Witch's Book of Creativity.. 

Of incomplete spells !!!

I took it home 

Put it in the safe of my closet and locked it;

Years past by; too scared to read it open..

A constant lingering thought of the enigma 

Drew my too close to it..

One night I gathered my guts

Made those spells mine 

However;

Incomplete to take effect..

Useless Witch I thought to myself with a giggle..

But I kept on chanting as if they were mine 

Good that I read it through..

Because at last I found the keys; 

"Our days here are numbered, 

We are mere spokes 

of The Giant Wheel Of Life 

with each day gone by 

experience anything that comes by 

Fill the incomplete spells 

With Your Own Words 

And then see 'how it works'!!!"

  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good tale in the poem. If we look hard enough into a book. We can find reason and purpose. I like the artwork and how you led me to the strong ending. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[PP]

Thank you so much Coyote :)