Writers Island came out of nowhere when we most needed them. A mere idea, it will become a crowded island, though we will be willing to navigate its winding trails as they lead to the treasure that is the minds of poets.
Their first prompt:”My imaginary life”
Made Real
My imaginary life
does not exist
in places that are not,
nor in places that once were,
for I refuse to waste time
living in a world hidden
within my mind
when I can make imagination
an open reality
and share it with you.
MeeAugraphie
09/10/07
Thank you for respecting my copyright — and everyone else’s.
Note, I actually edited this poem a bit…
Jump on over and follow the trails at Writers Island.
McLeesBogaert
6 Comments
I love this!
for I refuse to waste time
living in a world hidden
within my mind
I love it, too, Nancy, thank you. Now if I could just live up to that…
Cool, Marcia! And I love the words “I can make imagination/ an open reality/ and share it with you.” This is beautiful!
Sharing is fun, Clare, thank you!
“I refuse to waste time
living in a world hidden
within my mind
when I can make imagination
an open reality”
I don’t think I need to explain why I like those lines. Most of the times, our imagination and real merge with no clear demarcations.
You’re right, Gautami, no need to explain, thank you. I know mine merge.
I like the sensibilty of this poem, as well as the concise flow of the words.
Thank you, Christine, conciseness is a relatively new thing for me.
Really nice. All the words here, the poem, the foreword and the admission of editing (lol) stir the stew. Love it! AND the new blog is wonderful.
Susan, glad you like the new look. You know I have to stir it up a bit. Y’all would probably fall over if I just posted a poem and nothing else… in relief, at times.
That is what imagination seeks to do — be made real!
Wonderful poem Marcia! Glad you navigated your way to the island!
Thank you, Rob!