Linguists + A Modern Magician

Two short poems written for an English assignment! One was supposed to be about an issue we thought was important, while the other was supposed to be some sort of persona poem. Writing both of these was fun (especially the 1st one...I enjoy concise poems), so I hope you enjoy!

Linguists

The lines lost meaning,

Unread, unimportant;

Twisted and turned

Till nothing remains.

All left are scraps—

New meanings arise,

But what good is meaning

With no history behind.

A Modern Magician

Winding halls twisting to turns, 

Wind blows through books and tomes.

Pages are torn by gusts, but binding holds its place.

Threading through each folio,

First to last, I love them all the same.

My maze is endless, always growing—but I am too;

Fifty feet, to two centimeters; magic lined with lace.

My perfect art. Scholarly in form, decoration in practice:

In reality, fantasy holds no place.