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In Pursuit of Magic
by Ken HarnischAlas, I do not choose the place or time
My heart decides to be engaged;
And yes, the years have subsumed
Some of its need to be ambitious
In pursuit of beauty and a truth
Lost eons ago, in the whirling
Sands of time.
You hope I find the magic
And I smile.
I think I am beyond that now,
But I do keep going to illusionists
In hopes that one will stir
My soul. And if, from only one,
My mind is fired and astonished
I promise you
I will wonder how he did that,
But I will never ask him why. 12/03/2002 Posted on 12/03/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/05/02 at 03:57 PM and yet it's somewhere out there |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/24/03 at 04:09 AM I remember when you wrote this and my comment to you then, it stirrs me as much now as it did then. I hope that you do... find the magic. |
| Posted by Mainon A Schwartz on 09/18/03 at 08:42 PM I live in a world full of illusionists-- and I'm irritated because they don't... stir my soul. But your poem did, and I'm grateful. It's like finding a scrap of self in an unexpected place. Thanks. |
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