[Lady Jag]

Magic!

The heart is the magician. Poet's words swirl in an endless void running to catch an eternal wind. Our human spirit magically emerges from the magician's hat.; the soul finding its equal in a sea of colour. Music, art, sound, life, paint, emerges from the void of the human heart. Time ceases to exist. Only the artist sees the heartbeat in footsteps that cross London streets. Only the musician hears the melody in the human voice. Laughter, conversation that ebbs and flows like music in morning rush-hour cafes echoes a note contributing to a grander symphony. Buildings conceived by artists are picasso's dream. In London, life has its own energy. The artist paints an abstraction of the Thames as it collides with the sun. Modernity of steel and glass plays hop-skotch with cobblestone streets. and Shakespeare's laughter echoes through time. In London, water learns how to breathe within a compostion of sound. And love rushes between windows trying to capture a whisper. Judith Vriesema

[yorkie]

Magic

You have magic in your finger tips,
Magic in your eye.
Magic in the arms that hold
And tell me not to cry.

There is magic in your voice
When you talk to me each day.
There is magic in your smile
And in the things you say.

there is magic in the way
You let me be myself with you.
There is magic that you teach me
To be good and brave and true.

I am growing older
And soon I’ll go away,
But the magic that you taught me
Will go with me every day.

Grace V. Tidrow

[gardengirl]

You find the neatest poems! Thanks!

And pics!

[yorkie]

A T T I T U D E

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror,
and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
‘Well,’ she said, ‘I think I’ll braid my hair today.’
So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror
and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
‘H-M-M,’ she said, ‘I think I’ll part my hair down the middle today.’

So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed
that she had only one hair on her head.
‘Well,’ she said, ‘today I’m going to wear my hair in a pony tail.’

So she did, and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed
that there wasn’t a single hair on her head

‘YAY!’ she exclaimed. ‘I don’t have to fix my hair today!’

Attitude is everything.