Imagination
For Ellie Hoovs' Unofficial Wonderland Poetry Prompts Challenge
By Rachel DeemingPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Charlota Blunarova on Unsplash
It is my greatest gift;
The ability to take what I know
And what I don't know
And drift with it.
Pictures form and they are all my own.
Writing helps me share,
But sometimes, I wish you could just directly dip
Into the technicolour visuals of my mind
And share with me what we see there
Simultaneously
Like a theme park ride.
It is a mash-up!
A collage of everything!
Speculated and experienced:
People viewed, people yet to see.
Places glimpsed, places tramped.
Emotions felt, emotions rejected.
And unexpectedly
You'll see yourself there, reader
For sure:
As you are just as much a figment of my imagination
As you are real.
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Comments (11)
You hear a shaky sigh on an unseen wind from some ethereal portal at the angles where the walls meet: "Wellllll-wroughhhht!" Is it but a figment of your imagination or the ghost of some other writer?!
This is lovely about imagination. Did you turn comments for Unbirthday off?
I love this, Rachel! Those first four lines resonated so strongly! The magic is in the drifting!
Yep, I’m definitely there… crazy as always 😂.
As I have long loved to remark, "Me? I'm not real. I'm just a figment of your imagination. Good grief, do you have a lousy imagination! Seriously, this is all the better you can do????" Yeah, you probably already read that from me since I included it as one of my greeting tattables.
All this time I’ve been a chimera, a figment, an illusion, minding my own business, believing wholeheartedly that I am the center of my world when in fact I existed on the periphery of yours?!! Suddenly I feel as mad as a hatter or as the Cheshire Cat!
Those last lines are so true. Your wonderful imagination on display!
Oh that mind collage - I do often wish people could see inside my brain and know me better that way.
No I'm not real 😝😝😝 Loved your poem!
This made me smile. Connection. Mirrors of Ourselves. Everyone an individual, but every individual merging as one. Our imaginations create separate connected realities. A great poem, Rachel. ⚡💙Bill ⚡
We all need imagination and you have a wonderful one Rachel 👍