Wish Granter,
goddess of ages.
Utopia, her realm.
. . . if I could travel in time
. . . bring him back
make me young again . . .
. . . let her be well
Wish upon wish upon wish
year upon year upon year,
until she finally understood.
Hour glass, her tool of destiny.
Sand granules within,
moments in time.
What was, what is,
what may be.
Today, a crack in time.
Crystal orb wrought asunder,
sand grains burst forth.
Wish halos given light,
scattered among the stars.
All wishes granted.
From days gone by,
today’s dreams
and yours tomorrow.
Present eternally.
Wish Granter,
goddess of ages,
finally at rest.
Need erased for all time.
Alpha and omega.
finis
Amaya hosts Tuesday’s Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today she asks us to consider the idea of utopia. Image from pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
A Wish Goddess would be a utopian ideal, but as you point out, so many wishes are impossible – cross purpose.
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I wonder if wishes made real would make us happier…. maybe utopia is closer to acceptance in my world… love the way it almost sounds like an incantation…
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You would certainly make everyone happy if all the wishes are granted.
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I’ve been rubbing lamps and talking to owls for a long time, yet most of my wishes dissipate from isolation and apathy. I prefer your utopia, a much more gentle and humane environ.
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Maybe the only way to have our wishes granted is to move out of time altogether. I wondered if this was a poem about death, in a way?
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I like the astral scope of this, how every wish of all time will be manifested as light, as “Need erased.” You seem to have gone beyond what I was imagining with this prompt and taken it to the subconscious, to the eternal.
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And it just so happens my daughters were watching Pinocchio this morning and so for the first time heard ‘When You Wish Upon a Star.’ 🙂
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I’m an irrepressible wisher but I’d love to be a wish granter myself, Lill. I love the stanzas about the hourglass and the crack in time.
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So magical and mystical… I hope she is not too tired to grant more wishes.. 🙂 ❤
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I love the idea the choice to end time and move on into the spiritual realms of the universe! Very nice Lillian.
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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride….one wish only leads to another, for we are never satisfied. Nice poem.
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we might confuse the wish granter too- when our wishes are granted we realise it is not always for our own good. a lovely melodic poem, the repetitions were just enchanting
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What an incredibly satisfying poem about the slow expansion of wisdom. Did my heart good, blessed be dear poet.
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SMiLes Lillian.. Seeing Every
NoW aS Gift AfTer Forgetting
What A Smile Felt Like Or If
i Had Ever Felt A Laugh For
66 Months as Memories
Are Emotions and Yes
Smiles And Laughs As
Felt Are Emotions and
Memories too.. Utopia
for me is just Absence of
Hell And Remembering not
Only a Smile And Laugh but
Engaging
iN THaT
And
This
Utopia
Now Of/As SMiLes..:)
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‘Wish Granter,
goddess of ages,
finally at rest.
Need erased for all time.’
Love this Lillian. Can be taken several ways. Too many wishes, or at rest as in death.
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I love this wish granter and goddess of time……perhaps it’s a thing of mercy such a thing does not exist – no matter how painful.
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A beautiful tale of how a wish-granter grants herself her own wish of a peaceful rest–by granting the wishes of all!
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