Harry PotterA Poem by G. CedilloMagic involves caring quickly for one version of meaning before it becomes another. How fragile your flowers hang wrapped in white paper when, offered in a loose fistful grip, a flash of light, they become a transient bouquet of flames. The stage show’s assistant, too, sits in a chair and gestures long enough to let us know she must expect to disappear. And If we don’t care for a dove pulled out of a hat, the next act would look like a color we had never seen, something too inscrutable. The Harry Potter films simplest illusion is a newspaper picture flipping to life suddenly then freezes and resumes its place in a vacuum. So, you have sent me a picture tonight. My finger lands on your smile a moment as it moves: your chest dawns, your complexion breathes. The air acquires a power and you're here, a bit, then gone. © 2022 G. Cedillo |
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Added on January 26, 2022 Last Updated on February 25, 2022 AuthorG. CedilloHouston, TXAbouti am a student in Houston Texas, wholly concerned and invested in connections, soulful whispering of the truthful heart - honest reflections, deep vibrant living, friendships - relationships, musing w.. more..Writing
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