Poetry Sunday-Dear Imagination

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Dear Imagination:

 

 

You come to me on crayon-colored rainbows

scrawled on envelopes and walls.

You ride on the wind with swings flying high,

and bike spokes pinned with cards, clapping like hoof beats.

You roll down hills laughing so hard

you can hardly breath.

And you plunk down in a meadow plucking yellow and white petals

to the tune of, “He loves me, he loves me not!”

 

 

 

You are part of my soul.

Maybe its most important part.

You have been with me for all my life.

And you are my saving grace.

You are what makes my heart sing.

I am forever yours.

 

 

 

Now there have been times I may not

have been open enough to hear you,

But rest assured I will not let

Fear, Worry, Doubt and Self-Judgement shut you out.

Your voice will sing to me all my days,

and we can ride the clouds to new adventures!

 

 

 

As we lay under the leaves of maple and oak and ash.

And dream of forts, and pirates and princesses.

Making braids of grass and playing tunes on leaves.

Laughing until we can hardly breath.

 

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2016

 

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I am bringing you another epistolary poem from a letter I wrote in April.  This one is special, recalling my inspirational days of childhood.  I have included pictures of native purple lupines which represent ‘Imagination‘.

 

 

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.

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I leave you with a few additional words about Dear Imagination.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2016.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

46 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-Dear Imagination”

  1. You had me from the opening line – the breathlessness and excitement of creativity – of capturing it how and where it gifts us is infectious and as ever full of colour and joy – makes me want to reach for a crayon

    1. Oh I am so happy you wanted to grab a crayon after reading my poem Jae Rose….creativity and imagination are infectious and so much an important part of us!

  2. yes, thank you for bringing back those childhood days. i remembered the high swings (and tree climbing) and how we fashioned toys from sticks and sea shells, and grasshoppers and darts from leaves of weeds. . what imagination we had then. 🙂
    and i see today’s kids glued to their electronic devices, and i am not sure if it is a good or bad thing…

    1. And it spoke to your wonderful imagination…from true imaginer to another true in spirit imaginer my friend! That’s why you loved the rolling down hills….

  3. Your poetry is a delight for the senses, and the photos an added charm to the magic of the whole.

  4. Indeed imagination is part of one’s soul….so important to a rich life. Your poem expresses so much about the value of imagination. I like your epistolary writings, Donna.

    1. Thank you Mary…I really am loving these poems too. The originals letters I wrote are the shells or outlines, and I have been editing and filling in the letters with so much more. They are such a creative form.

  5. I agree. We owe so much to our imaginations. They allow us to dream, then help us to find ways to make those dreams come true.

    Elizabeth

  6. Hello Donna, this really evoked child hood memories, the playing cards clapping on the spokes. You know I remember a teenage romance of my then girlfriend plucking petals, loves me, loves me not. I wonder what she’s doing now. Brilliant throughout.
    Love the images too.

  7. Such a beautiful write. You have a vivid, colorful imagination that can lead you to write such lines. Creativity has taken shelter in your heart and mind. I am grateful that it has, and that you so generously share it. Thank you Donna.

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