FINDING MAGIC

Lazy eyes, ignoring eyes
to the magic that exists all around.
There is no denying that it is there
as it surrounds us in all its forms.

The laughter in a child’s eyes,
the surge of love that enfolds us,
the simplicity of a shy smile
that can cause a burst of emotion.
The sudden sight of the golden orb
as the moon breaks over distant hills.

Who could doubt magic
when the clasp of a stranger’s hand
can bring warmth to the senses
and a possible shared vision
to brighten a disheveled world.

Let us not search, desperate for magic
but relax and let it simply appear, ease
the tension that may infuse our lives.

Gus Daum
Nov 2017

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NEW LOVE

Be glad for them,
those who have loved well.
Saddened by a lost love,
In the healing have loved anew,
Not in the habits and patterns of the old
but in the freshness of discovery.

Love of another comes quietly,
not with a flood of emotion,
though that may spring the seed,
one to be planted firmly in mind,
nurtured with kindness and respect,
a welcoming soil in which to grow
to a shared life in togetherness.

Gus Daum
November, 2017

 

 

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A FAIRY TALE

Harry and Sue had been long admired, perhaps envied by their friends for their marriage of over thirty five years. He often helped her to her chair in social settings, helped her with her evening wrap, and they clasped hands as they might have in their youth.

They were enjoying their ritual Friday evening dinner at a local restaurant, sips of wine saluting the week’s end. Suddenly a fairy fluttered to their table on gossamer wings.
“I have been sent to you to offer you two wishes”.

Skeptical both of fairies, and such things as fairy wishes, they smiled. The fairy said, ” No, this is for real.” (That’s the way fairies talk these days.) “We’ll start with you, Sue.”

Sue raised an eyebrow and offered a tentative, “Okay, we have always wanted to share a long ocean cruise, haven’t we Harry?”

Zap, two tickets magically appeared in Sue’s hand, each good for a three week ocean/river cruise tour to and within Europe. Sue squealed her delight.

Now, Harry, you’re next.”

He gazed at the tickets in Sue’s hand, carefully avoided her eyes, and said, “I would like to be married to a woman thirty years younger than myself.

Zap, he was ninety two.

Gus Daum

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NEW LOVE

Be glad for them,
those who have loved well.
Saddened by a lost love
in the healing have loved anew
not in the habits and patterns of the old,
but in the freshness of discovery.

Love of another comes quietly,
not with a flood of emotion,
though that may spring the seed,
one to be planted firmly in mind,
nurtured with kindness and respect,
a welcoming soil in which to grow
to a shared life in togetherness.

Gus Daum

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TRUE CHANGE

In Life’s labyrinth,
true meaning may be obscured
by tempting balloons of wealth and erratic paths.

For those who have no clear goals nor sense of self,
transformation can only be a product of a vision,
in thought and choices made
amid the openness of daylight,
and in the serenity brought by a restful moon.

Gus Daum
7-2-2017

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SKYVIEW

 

High above the Pacific shore, an overlook,
a place to hear the barking seals below,
and to view the wide expanse of ocean.
A fading sun obscured into the horizon,
now a faint remembrance on the water.
A few seconds later, the dark waters
extinguished the last dot of yellow.

The darkening view nearer shore is
dotted by lights on  fishing boats
chugging their way toward home,
stars overhead not yet in full brilliance
that will come within minutes more.

On another shore a continent away,
onyx night has blossomed for the risen moon,
glistening on the water its white light,
luring lovers of all ages to embrace its splendor.

The sky has been transformed by time and distance.

Gus Daum

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FRETFUL NIGHT

I was awake a lot last night,
tossed about from twelve to three,
thinking of  something left undone,
just guilty and upset with me.

It would have taken little effort then,
a phone call would have been nice.
A few words of regret. an apology
for my unwelcomed words of advice.

Her reaction, quick words of anger,
seemed excessive in my view.
Embarrassed in front of friends,
I might have misspoken, too.

Too late now, I think, to make amends,
we don’t see each other anymore.
It’s been so long, many years,
It happened in two thousand four.

Gus Daum

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