Today we are to "write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange."
GloPoWriMo talks about Percy Bysshe Shelley and what a poetry lover he was and how he basically "thought poetry was magic and poets were wizards." That's exactly how I feel when I'm in the zone. I just spent about half an hour/forty-five minutes writing today's poem. It's strange, all right, and I like it. I basically got out of its way, which for me is when poetry magic truly happens.
by broken clock on shanty wall
by flow, by ebb, by yang, by ying
by rune, by rasp, by ring, by roar
by arrow's pierced and promised sting
by ship, by sail, by wind, by shore
by waft, by weft, by throng, by night
by words so lost they can't be found
by skull, by wave, by wand, by light
by chance, by choice, by circumstance
by touch, by truth, by consequence
by froth, by firth, by petroglyph
by sob, by song, by firmament