Today’s prompt is to write a poem about what nobody knows.
What nobody knows is
How magic happens. Where
Does it come from? When
Will it strike? With what
Intensity will it burn? How
Did it start? How do you
Harness it? But,
What everyone knows is
That magic is real.
You feel it; it crackles and shines
When love enters your life.
His kisses cast a spell, but there’s more.
Holding hands conjures warmth and safety.
Years later even simple pleasures,
As simple as watching TV together,
Continue to summon satisfaction.
This magic is electric, enchanting,
Otherworldly, and world building, but also
Subtle, and lasting, and