WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem a day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.
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Day 5 | April 5th | Houdini's Gift
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Houdini’s Gift
There once was a man who loved stunts
Illusionist, Houdini was
He’d be handcuffed and bound
Under water and ground
Then escape, all for fame and applause
Lana O’Neill
April 18, 2020
Houdini’s Gift
Entertainment and illusion
A great infusion
Escaping death
We watch with bated breath
An artist with the escape
We sit mouths agape
Magic makes us ponder
Life’s incredible wonders
Feel like a child
The feeling is more than mild
His escapes give us lift
That was Houdini’s Gift
​​​​​​​​​​​©April 5, 2020
​​​​​​​​​​​J.E. McKnight
5. Houdini's Gift
What deep-seated need lay within your very soul
that once a routine too common, others would be your goal?
The persistence of your character evident in succession
despite the consequences nor magic-revealed confession.
Wake of simplicity discarded in your past
efforts increased to dangerous to make the magic last.
We wonder of your strong desire to play within harm's way
what lesson does your entertainment leave with us today?
Perhaps, we must be confident in our skill and drive.
Move beyond the safety-net while embracing what keeps us alive.
Disregard the naysayers meant to discourage us, it seems,
Know your limits, strengthen beliefs, while chasing lifelong dreams.
(c) Linda J. Pedley 04-05-2020
Houdini’s Gift
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These things, these actions you took
Began as simple tricks, easy doings in the night.
One moment there, and the other gone, all done with a look,
No pleasure, no desire, if-as-might.
Like a carnival clown
You let these moments take you, beget and beguile you.
Over-and-done, in guilt and sorrow you were left to drown
In a room without a view.
It is true that we become what we do,
For I became that most-hated-carnival-crew
Of freaks, nightcrawlers and monsters we pretend
Not to exist, in a world without mend.
Becoming those things and creatures
That take your fancy; a dollar here and there, to laugh and point
At these things we do, disasters we nurture;