Where Reality Ends.
Suspended at doors of rigid,
well-defined
thought reclines whimsy,
which poets like me
welcome and use to unglue
rusted minds.
We free them to delight in fantastic
imagery.
Not caring where reality ends,
wonder will notice
the newly-sewn gossamer wing
of muse
and make-believe dreams,
understood
as pretence, but real to romantics
like me, clinging
to ethereal realms.
Love, idealized
gives vision clearer views,
and fancy includes
passionate themes, imagination
finally
wins, - - Utopia then becomes
no illusion.
Queen M
Amen to that Dear... Wonderful verse
Amen to that Dear... Wonderful verse
marvinbrato
Fascinating and lovely piece of poetry!
Fascinating and lovely piece of poetry!
Alison Cassidy
The line between pretense and truth is as illusive as the poems that stir within the soul. This fascinating piece reveals the enigma that is the creative well-spring and the uplifting voice that poets often uncover in order to 'unglue rusted minds'. I can see why you have chosen this poem for your 'selected poems' list. Impressive writing indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The line between pretense and truth is as illusive as the poems that stir within the soul. This fascinating piece reveals the enigma that is the creative well-spring and the uplifting voice that poets often uncover in order to 'unglue rusted minds'. I can see why you have chosen this poem for your 'selected poems' list. Impressive writing indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
JoAnn McGrath
you mean there is hope for me yet...lol....lovely write :O)
you mean there is hope for me yet...lol....lovely write :O)
carol
i would like to be in your mind fascinating
i would like to be in your mind fascinating
Susan Jarvis
What a beautiful thought - this wonderful poem gives all of us poets, clinging to our ethereal realms, a heartful of hope. :)
What a beautiful thought - this wonderful poem gives all of us poets, clinging to our ethereal realms, a heartful of hope. :)
Bookmarked, Loved this.