A New Fantasy
How could you give me a present
that showed up my incompetence
to such disadvantage…
Kids do it all the time, I can do it too
changing dreams when I find the old
depends on
Matters out of my control - I’ll give up
the old one, to be replaced with something
new
According to quantum physics, there
are infinite alternatives – though my dream
failed
Though I cry tonight, tomorrow I shall
construct a new
fantasy…
Sliding Down Banisters*
I crashed my intellectual car into a wall
when I tried to make sense of it all; focusing
on Edgar Cayce, American seer, and reading
Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts; made me
despondent
Then I tried to visualize myself as a brave
civil servant, using the power of imagination
to see myself filing with joy, creating statistics
with love – but I have to confess, it did not
work out at all
Finding myself unable to face the reality
I tried to inhabit through visualization, I
returned to the comfort and safety of
Fairytales – and the magic returned,
I am free again
To live in a space where a witch and a
cat and a frog are reigning the lift, making
the caretaker’s life so much fun, while
terrorizing everyone employed
in the building
Even considering to make the lift sing;
though the caretaker did not approve,
he loved sliding down banisters with
the witch and the cat and the
frog!
Robina Beckles Willson “Secret Witch”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds good, provides much food for thought.