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Hello Everyone-

Linda here with one of my favorites- the Monday Quadrille. For those of you new to the Quadrille, it is a poetic form created at dVerse, a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title) and including one specific word we provide.

“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.” ― Nora Roberts

With all the craziness going on around the entire world with COVID-19, I thought we might enjoy a little diversion into a world of fantasy and…MAGIC! Yes, today’s word will be magic to use as you see fit in any form. Please feel free to make up your own word as long as it contains Magic within!

Did you know there is a nifty word count tool online? Here is the link:  Word Counter 

Below is a marvelous poem:

Belief in Magic

BY DEAN YOUNG

How could I not?
Have seen a man walk up to a piano
and both survive.
Have turned the exterminator away.
Seen lipstick on a wine glass not shatter the wine.
Seen rainbows in puddles.
Been recognized by stray dogs.
I believe reality is approximately 65% if.
All rivers are full of sky.
Waterfalls are in the mind.
We all come from slime.
Even alpacas.
I believe we’re surrounded by crystals.
Not just Alexander Vvedensky.
Maybe dysentery, maybe a guard’s bullet did him in.
Nonetheless.
Nevertheless
I believe there are many kingdoms left.
The Declaration of Independence was written with a feather.
A single gem has throbbed in my chest my whole life
even though
even though this is my second heart.
Because the first failed,
such was its opportunity.
Was cut out in pieces and incinerated.
I asked.
And so was denied the chance to regard my own heart
in a jar.
Strange tangled imp.
Wee sleekit in red brambles.
You know what it feels like to hold
a burning piece of paper, maybe even
trying to read it as the flames get close
to your fingers until all you’re holding
is a curl of ash by its white ear tip
yet the words still hover in the air?
That’s how I feel now.

Source: Poetry Foundation

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