Imagination

Following your imagination is like flying.

As you clutch the feathered wings of fancy

Gusts of wind grasp you

And cause your spirit to dance

As the lazy haze of clouds drift by

The light emanating from the sun

Reflecting prisms of rainbows

And you float with nothing

But the endless incandescent sky

Above, below, behind and before you

This is a sacred place

Where you find your truest self

The self you long and strive to be

Who you will become

Once you are completely free

And immersed in glory

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

a sacred place where you find your truest self. That is beautiful. Well penned

[Lauren Aurora]

WOW. So beautiful. Well done Claire. :)

[Claire Lorraine]

Thank you so much Lauren! :)

[Emmy]

I really liked this poem! Beautiful imagery, and great word choice. As the kids say, "it was like a movie in my head!" Would you mind if I shared this poem with my class? It was just so lovely!

[Claire Lorraine]

Please feel free to share it! Thank you so much for the kind words!
I have always wished I could paint (I am not good at it, I have tried) but I try to use my words to paint a picture instead. ;) I am so glad you could see the picture!!!

[MsJewel]

You have created some beautiful images for the reader to enjoy. But I think what I love the most about this stunning poem is the feeling it left me with after reading it. Stunning, stunning poetry.

:) Julie

[Claire Lorraine]

Thank you so much Julie for the encouragement! :)

[Skylar Valentine]

I like the feeling of freedom you captured in this piece. Imagination can be a powerful tool that creates beauty and reveals our "truest self". Well written.

[Claire Lorraine]

Thank you Skylar for the kind words! :)