Tie Your Shoelaces

Canvas the streets and try to find magic
Wherever hid, it's there somewhere, I'm sure.
Perhaps behind dumpsters? Grab your broomsticks
And sweep. Maybe cleanliness then will lure
The magical to come, slid down slick floors
Into our hands and then we can step through
To worlds beyond this one that we're bound to.

What do you mean you've found no trace? Look hard!
Harder! Perhaps between those trees? Go climb
The branches. Canvas through the leaves! That yard,
Go dig down deep. Maybe just past the grime
Of mud and muck, you'll find magic. This time
We must or else we've lost what lead we had
And losing makes us both, you know, twice mad.

Wait, what is this? You've given up? But why?
We're close. So close. I taste it on my tongue
So dry your tears and suck back up that sigh
Or else you've proven everybody wrong
Who thought us true enough to come along
This journey here to find the magical.
Don't weep oceans you've just waded puddles.



Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 17 times
Written on 2026-03-24 at 15:52

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
That last line is my favorite.
And
I really enjoyed reading this, no torture at all! Lol

Seriously, it is very good, as well as an inspirational work!

Thank you!
2026-03-24


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice one, Sameen. :)
I like the way you have used a conversational tone to this poem.
My own reaction is to say perchance some of us are looking in the wrong places and if only we had known it, we had it in our hearts all the time - or in our dreams. :)
Blessings, Allen
2026-03-24