In Turbulent Times, Look for Magic

Storms rage,

we vanish from the stage,

fires flash and burn

destruction comes at every turn

(Is it ever thus–

what, oh what, is wrong with us?)

in wind and water rising

in troubles of our own devising,

storms rage

 

But which is more powerful,

love or hate?

Do we build to then negate?

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”

Does the urn remain

when all is lost to rains

or flames?

When we’re destroyed by fear and greed

and people lost we cannot feed

beauty vanishes from past ages,

and still the storm rages

and rages

 

We hope then,

we long to see

what is and what might be

that magic gently comes

without fanfare, fifes, and drums

in soaring rainbows

in poetry and prose

in all that beguiles

in smiles

or baby’s laughter

(and how we laugh after)

ephemeral and fleeting

but etched upon our hearts,

(still beating)

the humming moon, the singing stars–

forget the wars

remember love,

and cooing of the peaceful dove,

or build the walls

and watch them fall

while the storm rages

and rages–

turn now the pages–

look for the helpers in turbulent times,

search for truth and beauty, magic and rhymes

Rainbow, National Park, NJ

 

A late entry for Tuesday’s dVerse hosted by Paul. He’s asked us to write about magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

25 thoughts on “In Turbulent Times, Look for Magic

  1. Your title reminded me of Fred Rogers’ comment to help children cope with chaos, “When bad things happen, look for the helpers.”

    I’ll say this about magic: I hope hurricane Irma magically winds back into the Atlantic. Not likely to happen, but it would feel magical – and miraculous. The rainbow is a nice touch, Merril.

    • Ahh–I hadn’t thought about it in the title–perhaps subconscious, Marian, since I did mention the helpers later.
      I’m thinking of you and Cliff. I hope Irma doesn’t affect your area too badly. My aunt and cousin live in Orlando, and I have other friends in Florida, too. This aunt and my uncle went through Hurricane Andrew when they lived in Miami.
      I used the rainbow photo for another poem a couple of weeks ago. It was definitely magical to see it.

  2. Thanks for contributing. I like the cut of the jib of this poem. It’s real and does not put too much onus on the magic to save us. It probably can’t but magic is magic and we can still enjoy and partake of it.

  3. I like that magic comes without fanfare but shown in simple, natural wonders as baby’s laughter or light refracting in a dark sky from the bright sun. This was particularly lovely in its “beguiling” rhymes, Merril.

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