Wild Imagination

Why do I feel a sense of Deja Vu?

Why did I choose this Timeline again-

this Pivotal Point in Human History?

I stare at my art in a borrowed room,

a remembrance of Chaos and Order, too,

while in the air another World War looms,

greater than those known before.

Why do I have a feeling it’s already here,

a subtle foreboding steadily rising?

Why am I not even a little surprised

seeing the set ‘stages’ of a New World Order

and more- a new Stalin already puppeteering

an old Roman Emperor, a different Hitler

(with paid psychics, devices and A.I. versions spying)

upstaging, dictating, realigning, deceiving,

all controlled by a Ring of Global Mafia to rule all.

I stare at the canvas, seeing through and through,

or do I just imagine the fall of trusted systems

and renewed old thinking in different forms

that alienate, dominate, decimate almost all?

Perhaps it’s my overactive imagination

that Humanity may still choose a Better Tomorrow,

a more healthy, loving and peaceful Direction?

So many kinds of Storms rage in Nations-

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual Storms.

Some remind me of the Story of Mordor rising

to War, and the Story of a Fire Dragon in the Treasury.

My Artistic Imagination must be wild

in someone like me, so meek and mild.

There are so many ‘alternate endings’

and ‘new beginnings’ in Stories I know.

Does Love or Fear ‘Win’ this time, I wonder…

The Sun continues to shine above the driven clouds.

The Moon continues to glow by borrowed sunlight.

The Stars continue to sparkle by day and night

as the World turns, changing over and over again.

(March 1, 2025- Shelley A. Wilson)