Musings from the poets

You shared yours, now I’ll share mine…

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surely, fairies live down this path

 

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2

a sneak attack, with only a few witnesses

 

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3 – Either

he has a long way to go

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the contemplation of our isolation and our ambition

 

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4

this is poor suicide prevention, I imagine the dejected wife of a 1940’s gothic romance

 

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5

again with the fairies, could you find a more comfortable spot? When the wind blows you will see them move.

 

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Susan shares more poetic thoughts than mine and Karl more comedic on the previous post.

and Kelly muses on distracted capitalists for #2.

 

My favorite being for #4: Some rocks are more organized than others by Karl Reed.

 

Thank you to all who participated!

What is a Poet?

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”

― William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

I am inviting you to a thought experiment.

The poet sees beyond the surface.

You may see below a collection of plants or a bunch of hydrogen and oxygen molecules creatively organized. I am asking you to look at the photos below, pick one or more and in the comments, describe the scene.

What is there beyond the surface of the photograph? What lurks in the shadows, the deep, beyond? It does not need to be long, one sentence, ten sentences, whatever you’re inclined to write. What can you imagine in these scenes, as if they were in a storybook or a scene in a movie?

Let’s give it ago. If enough respond (either below or on Facebook) I will repost these photos with your stories, adding my own thoughts, as well.

Let’s hear it!

 

 

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