Barry Stebbings Poet Sonnet

The Illusionist

The  Illusionist

      The illusionist is a clever man,
      With an assistant aiming to distract.
      He attempts to confuse us when he can
      As we conspire to believe his act.
      With his props and patter we are entranced
      And then applaud when objects disappear.
      Although we know it is not done by chance
      As the conjurer charms his volunteer.
      And so we believe our congenial host
      Who plays upon our curiosity.
      And collude with those who would like to boast
      That inside our minds they contrive to see.
      But if we knew the secrets of his trade.
      (Really having something in his sleeve).
      Would we disbelieve his refined charade
      When we are so willingly deceived?
      Should we be so naive and innocent,
      When others will beguile, with false intent?

       Barry Stebbings
         16/10/2016

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Kevin Leake November 29, 2016 at 12:25 PM A clever write Barry, On a difficult subject as well magicians and illusionists definitely do have something up there sleves!!! Best Wishes Kevin Barry Stebbings November 29, 2016 at 2:09 PM Thank you very much, Kevin. // Barry

Probir Gupta October 16, 2016 at 5:22 AM Interesting ... Well written ... Barry Stebbings October 16, 2016 at 5:22 AM Thank you, Probir. Barry