Magia, no thing,
Ideas old, newly spun,
Words always change.

Change guides all seekers,
Through veils of misleading lore,
Magia, a word.

Modern ancient art,
Magia means only do,
Words bring changes.

Change rests upon void,
Magia like poetry,
Old echoes sounding.

More than five senses,
Words change and shine new, bright lights,
Magia, no thing.

Inspect well-worn paths,
Silent knowing changes hearts,
Magia, behind.

Mountain is mountain,
Magia, ever present,
Change is the constant.

*An interlaced haiku is a series (however long) of haiku on a similar theme where words or phrases from the lead haiku are found woven throughout the reset of the series.

So we end another National Poetry Writing Month. Thanks for coming along for the ride!