Soap Bubble Of Fantasy & New Vocation 6.25.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Soap Bubble Of Fantasy & New Vocation 6.25.2008



Fantasy

The lift in my head
fell down the shaft
of my mind, this is
a Victor Frankl day,
a search for meaning
to help me through
the ache, when you
got angry the lift fell,
the dial changed from
a vertical four to below
zero; I respect your
right to your opinion;
I’ve learnt my lesson,
another item added
to the list of outlawed
ideas, I shall pay my
dues of deference to you
for being a good person
with high principles and
honour your temper;
you have a right to
insist on your version
of truth and I should
never mention a contrary
opinion – fine, if purple
is red and the moon
is black and the sun
is blue according to you;
I meekly agree; it does
not matter one iota to
me whether they are
black and white; as
long as the lift in my
mind rises again and
my cork of happiness
floats to the top of the
foam of my life – I shall
create a soap bubble
or two of fantasy to carry
me through this day…


My New Vocation - A Modern Miracle

Maybe if I study enough books on this,
I can become an acclaimed psychic, if I
practice long enough, maybe a respected
medium, in contact with the spirits of the
dead; bringing messages to bereaved
and grieving people

I would accommodate all seekers, early
morning till evening, answering queries,
stilling fears by explaining secret mysteries;
those grim atheists who, like Stephen Hawking,
feel we are computers with a C-drive only, no
mother-board or G-drive that will carry on

As we expire; I will happily help to laugh
out loud at the absurdity of their belief that
electricity can die; magnetism being just a
faint mirage and TV sets are supposedly
independent – no need for programs and
TV stations; that every radio

we destroy is proof that there has never been
a bigger thing like a broadcasting station; I
would gladly serve the nation with a myriad
explanations for the weird phenomena
accompanying every civilization – and my
erstwhile workplace would know

So much peace and prosperity without me,
they would see my new vocation as
a modern miracle….

Reading Roy Stemman - Spirit Communication

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rema Prasanna 25 June 2008

It is a brilliant realistic poem I read n the morning and it caught me.. Being a good person is a tough task and the fights begin when you disagree on angered mind... mood swings perhaps.. Thank you Alice for sharing this.. Rema

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