I will not trade
my serenity for
madness.
This sadness only
lasts a little while.
I don't want to be
in Wonderland anymore.
Everyone is crazy.
whichever way I
turn, left or right,
it's lunacy.
I deal in reality now.
I won't play croquet with
the queen, no matter
how much she smiles.
The game is fixed, and I
know it.
The deck is stacked.
The cards are laid,
and I see the
spade behind
her eyes.
Marvellous piece of poetry. The way you allude to "Alice in Wonderland", borrow exquisite images from it and nail it with your own poetic sublimity, is really wonderful. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2) The queen of cards hiding the spade in her eyes, which is visible only "NOW"…image par excellence. You are a very talented poet, #Sir