Backwards Alice.

Walking Backwards Part 11

Have you ever physically done this?

Walking backwards as you progress forwards, I mean.

Have you noticed the scene that it gives you?

It shows in detail the places you have just been.

It shows you what you did back there and what you said.

I think it is like reading a book backwards-- reading over what you have read.

So can it teach us something new?

You know about where we have been 

and why we acted that way just yesterday?

Can it give us a new understanding looking so closely

At our own past so much so that we are now blind to where we are going?

We all should have been owls and have the ability to look at 360o angles, truly!

The owl people are wise, they say the Ancient Greeks know of this 

Owls are part of the Athina cult because it is this goddess's bird 

Oh so wisdom is linked to the ability of looking right around us

Seeing how we managed to arrive at a certain point and saying a certain word. 

Editing is like looking backwards we walk through our writings slowly 

Word by word, line by line and just sometimes that delete button works.

I really must belief in my abilities otherwise nothing of my writings 

Will progress from this wattpad place. This wonderland for us writers.

I see so many stories in this online paradise, poems that bring a tear 

Of laughter and those that help you cry, for sorrow can be silent and festers

By connection we can allow our past to be healed by the present, without fear.

So I should be content with the exposure and just be like Alice wondering if I am "Her".

It was the Blue caterpillar who   knew all along that she was the true Alice.

The little girl who had come before to this Dreamscape and done amazing things.

"Absalom, you made me say many strange things." said Alice as she repeats 

You are old Father William , in jumbled lines  as she sees this drugged out being 

Smoking and eating the mushroom that he sits upon. But it is this caterpillar that links 

Into her reality, as it sits on the shoulder of a man who wishes her hand. of the adult Alice.

Blue butterflies always delight and so does walking backwards 

The joy of seeing what you have achieved or how far you have come 

up that hill of life, even if you are now walking downhill  awkward

like, some stranger to reality you are warned by some

Those others who now see you falling down that rabbit hole 

But you take no notice and allow yourself to free-fall, backwards.