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The Shadow Box

1
In the Shadow Box,
one thing becomes another.
Nothing is fixed,
anything can become anything else:

the two men across the room,
whose whispering annoys me,
may become cows silently
grazing, with an occasional melodious 'Moo! '

World peace may break out any day.
We've seen presentiments of that before.

Inventions come from that Box—
the car, computers, electicity—
laughed at, at first,
they soon transform our world.

Nothing has yet
transformed the heart
of humankind,
but that too is possible.
Suppose there's someone in the Box
whose smile Illumines all whose path he crosses;
the whole world will change.

2
I inhabit a life of disappointment,
in the doldrums of my middle years.
The bright pathways I took, when young,
toward love, career, and money,
have been obstructed for so long

that all I hope for now
is not to die—
or to die, even,
just not to incur the wrath
of Fate's 'other shoe'.

Yet the mind
that sees this picture
projects a frozen road.

The logic of yesterday
can never create Tomorrow!
Somewhere a witch has cast a spell!
Send her back to the Shadow Box—
let the true Beloved
emerge in her place!
Stranger things have happened!

But, you say,
'Such things do not just happen.
They are an alchemy.
The force of change,
the Fire of awareness
—must come from you.

Then I shout, 'Yes! The freedom
to begin lies here with me—
that price I can pay! '

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Comments (4)

Well this is just another fine piece Max.. Excellent! I prefer the second part, it was more personal and the ending was hopeful! HBH
Yet again...a great poem my friend. I agree with it as well. Except for the world peace line...peace is far away. It probably hasn't been this far away since the Cold War.
Max, you do the mataphysical thing extremely well. Your intriguing idea of the changing of the world from 'the box' would be good enough; instead, you bring the personal into it. This completes the poem in ways I do not understand. Thanks for being brave enough to bring yourself and your dashed hopes into the poem. In doing that, you bring all of us who have those experiences, as a true poet should. Raynette
Max this poem is so well done. Yes anything is possible to transform inner and outer worlds. Your poetry does illuminate.