Most things
Ya don’t wanna see ’em as they are
Ya gotta see ’em why they are
Ya can always find the beauty in that
Ya don’t wanna see ’em as they are
Ya gotta see ’em why they are
Ya can always find the beauty in that
Tag: imagination
Convergence
All that is
Converges on a single point
Where all that is known and imaginable
Exists in the experience and imagination
Of a single sentience
Converges on a single point
Where all that is known and imaginable
Exists in the experience and imagination
Of a single sentience
Earth alone
Is home to billions of such convergences
Leading to this gesture of humility:
How can I know this convergence of mine
Is the best of billions
Or even any good at all
All I know
Of the billions of others
Is at best learned conjecture
Even with the most intimate knowledge
Thus am I both creator and interpreter
A Different Kind of Magic
Sometimes I squint
To smudge the world
Within my mind
Then paint upon
The softened scene
A different
Kind of magic
Lens-dropping a Conversation
Fragments
Of a conversation
Unheard
Of a conversation
Unheard
My mind
Fills the emptiness
Unspoken
Creates
Stories imagined but
Untold
Worlds I Can’t Imagine
I see the world
In ways my ancestors
Could not imagine
In ways my ancestors
Could not imagine
But I wonder too
At the worlds now gone
I cannot imagine
Magic Isle
Like some magic Isle
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
Imagination ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #129
In the dimness
I saw a monster on my bed
But just a towel
In a jumble
A child’s mind
Trying to make sense
I saw a monster on my bed
But just a towel
In a jumble
A child’s mind
Trying to make sense
In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play
Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey
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