Doug Vinson Poet Prose Poetry

The Magic Touch

That tiny mouse's bullfighter cape,
I took it from you because I couldn't bear not to.
I had to have it.

You challenged the world with it, 
and it shown in the sun as brightly as you burned.
It grew cold when I touched it,
Like a star without light or heat,
a ghost sail with no wind,
hanging limp in memory.

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Lynn Marie April 7, 2017 at 11:37 PM A uniquely deep write Doug:) I love these philosophical pieces that make one think. Your words are simple yet packed with meaning. The title is great...is it really 'magic' or an illusion that one can slip easily into another's life who, on the surface appears 'shiny'. Wonderful pondering thoughts, a pleasure to read. a fave, 7' lynnxx Doug Vinson April 8, 2017 at 10:10 AM Thank you so much, Lynn. Even in just 4 months, I had forgotten about it. Our passions, for better or worse - what do they do to others?

Chris Green December 5, 2016 at 8:05 AM I had to have it, though upon getting it I found it was not the cape at all, but the wearer, which I wasn't and couldn't be, no matter how much I wanted to. This was deep, kind of cartoonish but in a serious and dark way. Doug Vinson December 5, 2016 at 9:31 AM Yeah, Chris. It's like eating Wheaties cereal - I always thought that one could be an Olympic athlete that way, and you didn't even have to train. Pfft... It's not true.

Demetrios Trifiatis December 5, 2016 at 4:52 AM Impressive my friend, Doug! Doug Vinson December 5, 2016 at 5:29 AM Thanks, Demetrios. I was reading a book last night and then I had to write it. Not totally sure what it means. Is it about greed? About being foolish - we cannot become somebody else, after all? Or is it about some more 'adult' themes...?