dverse Poetics: Wishful Thinking Posted
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. Even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.”—Shirley Jackson, “The Haunting of Hill House”
I have a tiny seed of doubt
about the size of a mustard seed
that almost makes me not believe
in another world, invisible to eyes
that reside in concrete streets
and multi-storied towers, busy feet
always on the run, red light, green light
flashing stop and go, caution in between.
But, I’ve seen the flash of fairy wings,
dancing leaves in woods becalmed.
I’ve heard the giggles of water-sprites
by lazy trickling streams and hammering
of Tolkien’s dwarves echoing from caves.
I think, I’ve even heard some whiffling snores
of a fierce dragon in his safe enclave.
I’ve found the world is filled with wonder
when you’re yearning to believe.
LOVE the final couplet and most especially those whiffling snores! I believe!!!
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Thank you
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aw…blessed are the believers…i yearn to believe too 🙂
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“flash of fairy wings”…”whiffling snores” of dragons. Oh, how I love this!
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Thanks, De
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I too believe in wings and snores of hidden things.
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: )
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What wonderful things to believe in! Being a lover of dragons and fairies, elves and such, I truly enjoyed this poem! Blessed are the believers indeed!
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Amen
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This is such an ethereal write ❤ Love this Debi 😀
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This has to be a new favorite from you… truly wonderful how you start the first stanza gazing into that mustard seed and then that last stanza of magic…
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Thank you, Bjorn
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This is delightful from start to finish!! Especially love “the flash of fairy wings”. Reminds me of many years ago, my son caught a glimpse of me leaving his room after placing money under his pillow from the “tooth fairy”. He said to me the next day..”mom, I saw the tooth fairy and she was bigger than I thought” …hehehe. Thank you for sharing this hopeful, magical poem. 🙂
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Sweet memory
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That doubt is always there but joy in the wings of the fairies–or whatever our belief is–gotta go with that. Happy in the present moment.
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Fairies, dwarves and dragons oh my! Lovely poem.
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Oh yes, if we only believe!
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Dragon snores would definitely “whiffle.” Very nice!
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sMiLes.. mY FriEnd..
in my life per science too..
i find that life spent in beta
worrying mind
is no
place
to power
the emotion of
belief.. moving
into alpha.. to theta
trance.. most anything
worthwhile as free art
comes achievable..
and material
goods
mean
noThing..
and sure in that
way the battle is almost
A L W A Y S N O W more..
won for human happiness..
in MoVinG.. ConNecTing AnD
CreAtinG Free For aLL giving shaRinG now..:)
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Simply delightful. =)
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“whiffling snores
of a fierce dragon in his safe enclave”
What a wonderful description! I think there’s another realm out there too.
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I do believe… I do believe ….. I do I do I do!
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: )
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Hi Debi!
Can you please contact me at: sometimesg@yahoo.com ?
Have a good weekend – Grace
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