Magician... A poem

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Forever lonely
with his skill
the magician
kept trying
His eyes focused
and often teary
the magician
juggled on
Crowd shouting
Little ones excited
the magician
made magic



Prompt by and Shared with - Poetry Jam - 'Magic'


My 5 Reminisces of Magic

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  1. Mary1 October 2014 at 22:46

    I do think sometimes that magicians as well as clowns might be very lonely people, so I feel for this teary-eyed magician. Hopefully, when the children laugh, his loneliness goes away for a while. Nice to see you again, Nimi.

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 16:19

      Thanks Mary. It is always wonderful to be able to contribute to Poetry Jam...
      Artists are mostly lonely, I think... their art thrives on those emotions...

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  2. Peggy1 October 2014 at 23:01

    Yes the jolly performer can indeed be sad inside and still bring joy to others.

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 16:20

      That is the beauty of a good performer...
      Thanks for the encouraging comment, Peggy :)

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  3. Sumana Roy1 October 2014 at 23:16

    No one is interested in the creator...his creations steal the show...yet the magician is the reality and all else is false...a thought provoking poem Nimi...

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:00

      Thanks Sumana... the fact is that one gets awed by the show and believes it to be the truth, without trying to look any further...

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  4. alan17041 October 2014 at 23:17

    This really paints the picture and i love how it flows . Nicely done.

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  5. Brian Miller2 October 2014 at 00:54

    smiles...it was so fascinating as kids to see magic...because we were not skeptical and could still believe in it...smiles

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:01

      There is a beauty in finding smiles and nostalgia... Thanks for a fascinating perspective, Brian :)

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky2 October 2014 at 03:15

    It is interesting he had tears in his eyes.....like he is being made to perform and finds no joy in it.

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:02

      May be that's not how he always feels, but there must be moments when he would envy the families and friends enjoying together in the audience, which he's up there alone...

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  7. Donna Smith2 October 2014 at 07:57

    It is hard for a magician to have friends I suppose. His act is usually performed alone and he is not the one they've come to see...it's the tricks.

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:03

      I like your take on my poem 'he is not the one they've come to see... it's the tricks'... the magic is certainly more important than the magician.
      Thanks, Donna.

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  8. Gabriella2 October 2014 at 19:01

    I have always had that impression too about magicians being lonely on the stage while the crowd is waiting for magic to happen. Very sweet poem, Nimi!

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  9. rallentanda2 October 2014 at 20:29

    Nice poem Nimi !

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:05

      Thanks a lot... I am glad that you like it!

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  10. Kimiko Martinez2 October 2014 at 22:57

    What a great moment to think about the people behind the performance

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:05

      That is the first thing when I thought of magic - the magician's loneliness...
      Thanks Kimiko...

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  11. Wendy Bourke3 October 2014 at 05:00

    A charming bit of "magic". Very nice!

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:06

      Thanks Wendy... for reading and for commenting :)

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  12. cifar shayar3 October 2014 at 16:58

    these few lines holds a whole story of magician, beautiful

    Magic

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:06

      Thanks as always, Cifar... I am glad you enjoyed the poem.

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  13. Laurie Kolp3 October 2014 at 17:20

    Nice... I like your use of juggle here.

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  14. Nicholas V8 October 2014 at 04:00

    The show must go on, no matter what... Nicely penned.

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:08

      Thanks Nicholas...
      It is one of the bitter realities of life, which most of us don't understand - 'The show does go on...'

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  15. Datta Ghosh14 October 2014 at 18:40

    Why is it so that the showmans are so lonely??

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:09

      May be because the performance becomes their identity and no one understands the 'real them'...

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  16. AuraOfThoughts MeenalSonal14 October 2014 at 23:20

    Magician's do not have a retake. Nice poem

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:10

      Thanks Meenal...
      Yes, no retakes, so they have to give the performance their all, even if they are not in the mood for fun...

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  17. Tomichan Matheikal15 October 2014 at 11:36

    There is the crowd in front, there are the little ones to cheer, and yet the magician will be lonely!

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    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 18:10

      Is it loneliness of creativity, I wonder...

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