Sleight of Hand

It’s mind over matter this sleight of hand
Simple illusions that deceive the eye
But it’s never easy to understand
As the man in a black suit casts a lie
Silently stunned so we never ask why
The speed of hand faster than what we see
And nothing’s what we perceive it to be
But love also draws us into its spell
A mystic power that demands we yield
To the needs of the heart so all is well
If only we lower that defensive shield
Seeking perfection in an imperfect field
Yet now love will find its own place to grow
But unlike magician I know not how

©JG Farmer 2016

Form: Rime Royal


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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5 Responses to Sleight of Hand

  1. Al says:

    Great piece of poetry.

  2. Love is the first thing we learn and its’ power is supreme.

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