there are few places to hide yet so many to be found
she has slumbered into
some unrecognizable state
her smile not quite sincere
perhaps bordering on sinister
her dreams once beautifully relevant
now unabashedly contradictory
especially to the majority who know a
thing or two about wings and prayers
petty characters in fairy tales
continue to play their part in grander things
participating in tea parties and
feeling free to criticize alices and mad hatters
all the while ignorant and/or unconcerned
how their imaginary enemies may be
digging tunnels or scaling walls
january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I really like your poetry. This was beautiful. I read like 3 times. And you always have an audio that is so nice.
Thank you very much, Ankit ~ I’m happy you enjoy reading my poems. I was just visiting your blog – you certainly have a nice place over there, my friend.
Thank you, I really appreciate it.
This absolutely HAS to be about a four-year-old girl — playing hide and seek, having tea parties, wearing fairy wings — but being wiser than anyone else in the world, even though she is judged for being an “Alice” or a “Mad Hatter” — or maybe he is her playmate. I mean literally, I want there to be an actual little girl behind this poem. And I love her! I hope she heals the world. And when she does become a doctor, I hope she still wears her fairy wings and plays hide and seek with her patients.
I’m not sure about “has to be” but yes, perhaps!
where do you get your ideas?
mostly out of thin air
would that the winds of your world blow my way, she said sadly