Margaret Alice

Rookie - 3 Points (The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

Point Of View - Poem by Margaret Alice

I wish I knew where my head was,
maybe it would be easier to stare
at official lines without dreaming of
a new, well-adapted, happy and free
me listening to machine-gun voices
enumerating blood-curdling facts in
a succession of explosive sounds

A pepper-tongue duchess explaining
my brother’s illness cheerfully, relishing
similes of mother’s pain attacks, no
quiet moment to assimilate facts –
I’d like to be involved yet a restless,
uncontrolled energy starts spinning
out of control

My mind clamours for calm, time to
renew silence, a means to process
this information – to rewrite scripts
emphasizing the positive from my
point of view, reinterpret distorted
pictures relayed from threatening
perspectives with my own eyes

Replay stories from assumptions the
universe is a benevolent holograph
created by intelligent energy spinning in
unequalled beauty delighting all using
magnetic electricity to attract chosen
events to experience…


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011


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