Dial Is Stuck, Tachyon, Forgiving Love, Victim, Eternal Confusion Poem by Margaret Alice

Dial In My Mind

Sitting quietly, softly singing Schubert’s
Serenade, turning into the melody, rising
up with the notes, with a twist sliding
down, filling the cathedral in my mind

A mind unfocused like mine, can’t be
tuned on the subject at hand, I need
to escape from the broadband setting
where the dial in my mind is stuck

In an unreal realm where the world as
it is seems foreign and mean, I cannot
engage in conversation with anyone,
can’t even start on the document

Staring at me in mute supplication
to set it free to be ingested by its
intended recipient in a language
he can understand

But still I tarry, listening to the song
playing in my mind, immobile, the
dial still stuck…


Lord Tachyon

The Queen of the Dawn caught
the best wishes, followed the
beam of the moon sent down
by the King

At the very top saw the face of
the King of the Night, velvety
smooth, happy and sweet, so
forgetting all

Leaving the world down below,
soaring up to the heavens with
him, flinging her arms wide and
far, floating on stars

Singing in the wind, enjoying
the happiness and laughter
of the King of the Night,
King of the North,
Lord Tachyon!


Her Forgiving Love For The Phantom

The original Phantom-story by Gaston
Leroux - Christine living in the Opera
House, bringing light into the lives
of its inhabitants

Her beau, twenty-year old Raoul De Chagny
is no match for the bitter phantom, devising
magic torture devices in revenge
for his rejection

At first forcing Christine to accept his advances;
she prefers dying to staying in his catacombs,
but in the end, her heart is moved by his
plight

Accepting him unconditionally, offering
him love and forgiveness, covering a
all his sins, redeeming his soul
from bitterness

He loves her enough to let her go free
to an innocent life with the youthful
and unscarred Raoul – now THAT is
TRUE LOVE

The unselfish love the Phantom felt for
Christine after all the pain he endured
and inflicted himself; and her forgiving
love for the Phantom

I must confess I have not succeeded in
playing Christine, no scarred man
redeemed by any efforts of mine;
but I can dream, can’t I?

Based on “Phantom of the Opera” by Gaston Leroux



Victim to Conditional Love

Today you had to admit you can’t
get along at all with mom - what
useless love, what cruel deception,
what disillusion…

What use is love – just a mean
deception, an eternal illusion,
a useless convention, nothing
doing, all is lost…

I shall keep my dream of unconditional
love intact, beyond temporal reality,
within a special realm, never falling
victim to the sadness of

Conditional love – having earned the
scorn of a beloved person because
Dad could not fulfill an impossible
dream…

He is forlorn, nowhere to go, nowhere
to stay, no home of his own – gave all
away to win the love of the woman
who still spurns him today…


Cope With The Same Eternal Confusion…

The sadness of the autumn chill
is exacerbated by the inevitable
loss of Tiaan’s cell phone ending
up in the wash

The phone is ruined, back to a
basic model without music and
chat room – the problem could
have been prevented

If only the crocodile had been
more demanding regarding the
tidiness of the crocodile kids –
but how can she -

being a notorious slob herself?
Her cupboard is a view into
hell itself, any attempt at
rectifying the problem

leads to a worsening of the
situation - how then can she
discipline the crocodile kids?
They’ll learn by following

another inspiring example –
or spend their lives doing
their best to cope with
the same eternal

Confusion…