All Things Restored [Rev]

This is what a miracle is: contrary to prediction &
all expectations I prayed & fiddled with my laptop
plug and battery, moving the whole array into the
kitchen - and suddenly see: contact was made &
my laptop is not dead - not ready to be buried as
Scorpio said, it’s still alive and kicking; why does

Scorpio always assume the worst scenario when
prayer resurrects this oh-so-magical device every
time; after waiting for it to charge I applied honey
for a facial mask and enjoyed the sharp pains in
my wound which was dressed three times today,
marvelling in hearing restored by ear-drops and

Antibiotics - then I tried my laptop where a magic
of miracle-making took place again, my heart flies
high on seeing how everything’s back to the usual;
the reader may assume this is boringly normality -
yet if you do the miracle will stop, so please don’t,
I shall rejoice in all things restored as bewitching

Miracles, the faith and joy in these events are sure
to make this happen over and over - again & again
& again: all this my contribution to consciousness -
delight in unusual things makes life a magical
occurrence….

Crest Of A Wave [Rev]

Lurched into the office with my right-arm wound
covered in gentian violet & an inflamed left ear -
my incredibly efficient colleague looked up with
an ice-cold stare disapproving my poor slinking
being & ashamed of arriving as a creepy crawly
I cringed at my desk - until Hanlie arrived with a

Sunshine greeting offering me a miniature rose
in a silver glitter container - gesticulating wildly I
explained my lurching and slinking encouraged
by Hanlie’s approving chuckles  - and thus I felt
absolved from those dark feelings of impending
doom precipitated by our superior high-brow

Iceberg colleague’s disdain shooting piercing
shards into my heart; suddenly there was Alet
limping with bursitis and we joked about each
other until we were shrieking in merriment like
2 banshees having Spike-Milliganesque fun or
watching old Carry-On slap-stick comedies

This hilarity called forth my most optimistic
and enthusiastic alternate self until Dark-Me
was buried under layers of vaudeville riding
the crest of a wave of triumphant burlesque
unstoppable – only until we had to face my
sub-zero Darth Vader colleague again…

Miniature Rainbows [Rev]

Stuck here in time with a wound on my arm
Alice thought, with the Duchess on her way,
in my hand Petruschka’s gift, a paperweight
I think is great - a beautiful transparent key-
ring and silver glitter for my Duchess & her
crystal consciousness, a weighted table net

covering for dishes when her entertainment
requires such finesse, a lovely book for the
Queen of Hearts, an illustrated treasure that
I found difficult to part from - all presented in
white & silver gift wrap; I can’t wait to hand
these over hoping that my love shines in the

gesture, may our meeting be blessed and
may they have adventures & challenges &
then rest peacefully content; their presence
seems such an unexpected joy, time & place
still have to be determined to suit all parties,
may fences be mended such that they will

feel welcome where my prismatic crystals
shine in miniature rainbows…

Cheerful Independence

Filling in a leave form with a brain of frozen foam
turned into a great administrative marathon - got
the date wrong, a signature forgotten - Madame
La Pompadour rolled her eyes looking stern and
wise while admonishing me, a momzilla carrying
on as if nobody ever had a child as dear as mine:

You’re a fool to think your kid – with such poise
and self-assurance, will have problems flying to
Mexico, this will be a breeze for her, - & I agree
knowing this was true for different reasons, the
host of angels going with her keeps growing as
I implore for more; the whole world covered by

Figures of light assuring me they will guard my
darling all the time; only people vetted by them
will cross her path and ruffians intercepted ‘ere
they arrive:  I looked up and saw her personal
bodyguard ready to take flight & embark with
her, my heart is light since Whispering Hope

Is here and made it clear that a girl so dear will
never be alone, her faith’s strong, her integrity
formed by John Maxwell & her theories of love
based on Leo Buscaglia, she’ll honour the least
important and be reserved towards the rich and
arrogant; laughing, taking photos, working hard

Having a good time while saving for her vision
of cheerful independence in which she’ll be
an angel herself…

Experience Of Love

Every child born changes the universe – how to
determine the validity of this – by looking at our
own kids and feel the difference, the world before
and then after their arrival - astrology is so limited
because it claims astral bodies determine a child

Yet the reality is consciousness freely chose the
parameters of its existence prebirth & afterwards
because present & future influence the past; such
an interesting theory, such possibility, therefore –
may we change the past of all those who suffered

Can we go back and take away pain? If it’s true, I
want to change the past for grandma Alice, want to
send her to the ball, make her feel her importance
and how wonderful her loving existence, her hard
work taking care of everyone requesting her help

When I moved to a new place she came with me as
I was afraid, but I never showed her how happy she
made me – please, if this is the future that changes
the past, let these wonderful moments of gratitude
change grandma’s life into an experience of love

Let her drudgery become a starlit performance under
the footlights – let my love shine through…

Confused Fool [Rev]

I can’t eat, can’t sleep, though I keep eating and
suffer nausea because of it - I can’t think - can’t
rest at night, my eyes won’t close & let in sleep
for fear of passing time & my daughter leaving;
wide-awake it seems time slows, that it will be a
long time before she goes -

How pathetic this is, how stupid of me – I take
my sleeping pill every night and it doesn’t help,
the little alien in my head won’t shut down, only
allows me foreboding something bad’s going to
happen, an adventure so good for my child which
feels so bad to me, permanently nauseous -

I chew frantically to appease my fearful heart with
food, try to defrost my frozen mind, follow routines,
but my head hurts such I’m imprisoned in my skull,
I can’t socialise with colleagues or continue with my
duties, the Duchess cleverly told me to Skype in
future when I miss my child - but I won’t be there to

Protect her; the fact of the matter’s I don’t want her
to leave - I want her home, to see her cheeky face,
enjoy a group hug - watch Japanese animations
with her, teasing ’til she chases me from her room -
I don’t want her to go; fatigued I wish to sleep - but
can’t close my eyes, can’t read, can’t watch TV

Wide awake with a useless, frozen brain, anxiety
changing me into an irrational, useless, confused
idiot who doesn’t know what she should do…

A Frozen Brain [Rev]

The cause of all my heart-ache asked me what’s
wrong mom, I quoted my litany of woes - oh, she
said, pacified, and told me of a nightmare which
indicated she was stressed and worried - then it
struck me: I can’t get over the fact that she’ll be
leaving ALL ALONE to go to Mexico - the list of
dangers awaiting her growing longer in my mind,
she’s so small cheating traders will mistake her
for a child & in the end she gives up arguing

She might be lonely - evil strangers could take
advantage of her with no-one there to protect her,
her leaving is traumatic - yet this is such a great
opportunity I can’t stand in her way so I pay the
dues of motherhood: a frozen brain that stopped
working as anxiety’s overriding everything, I can’t
think with unseeing eyes - cook vegetables then
forget to eat - sit and stare as pain of imminent
loss destroys the physical world: she’s going

Away all alone, she dreamed the devil drove
her demon-possessed car - another scar on
my heart filled with fear for her safety, freezing
my mind - no firing synapses left in my brain due
to heartache - I wish to keep her where we can
protect her - an impossibility, my heart’s frozen
too, my whole life’s freezing in the fear of one
frantic thought: she’s going away all alone and
I can’t stop her….