So true. The imagination plays out its own versions, whether we want to play or not. All my fears are irrational...giraffes, broken glass, drowning. All I have to do is avoid giraffes, broken glass and water, but my mind has other ideas.
It knows our deepest, darkest fears, as you said and never let's us forget them.
Great piece, well written.
I enjoyed the poem because I myself have been told to have a very imaginative mind a few times, so I can relate to the lines of the poem. The viewpoint you took with imagination, that it inspires fears, is interesting to say the least, and makes it unique. I am actually glad you did this, for I was tired of poems whose themes are the joys of imaginations instead of what else makes it up. I congratulate you for that.
After rereading it a few times, I did find something off about it. I finally found out what it was. There is one line, "It is true/that some fears/are completely logical", that completely throws off the rhythm of the poem. You can take out this line and instead rewrite along the lines of: "All fear is mental./It is your imagination that makes them phobias". Otherwise, it was a great closing line.
I can see the potential the poem has with more improvement. Sadly, that is what you have to figure out on your own for my help will prevent your poem from becoming your own. I can give you a hint though: dont change up the tone, but instead fix the lines. I look forward to reading any revised versions.
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The imagination is both a great tool for creation and destruction. Its a builder and a destroyer. A joy bringer yet fills us with fear. imaginary fear that manifests into our realities. a great illusion that when left to go wild can break the strongest of wills yet can also save the the most broken vessels.
I enjoyed the journey you took me through with this poem.
So true. The imagination plays out its own versions, whether we want to play or not. All my fears are irrational...giraffes, broken glass, drowning. All I have to do is avoid giraffes, broken glass and water, but my mind has other ideas.
It knows our deepest, darkest fears, as you said and never let's us forget them.
Great piece, well written.