Imagine This

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Do not break, I told my brain,

it is the age of eclectism and delusion.

Lies are acceptable as well, but most

needed now is a churning aesthetic.

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Dig down under the fluff, the said,

the done, then go inside the definitions

taken as givens. Plow the synapes

and ingrams as if they were in Eden,

full of fresh fruits for eating

or forbidden.

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Whistfully, I call it imagination,

a spoon stirring up the articulatable,

a rekindling, a remix of the old mix,

or a slanted and happier way of seeing, 

but I could be wrong.

 

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The words will come like each letter,

one after the other, and in time a poem

will emerge from the darkest and most

invisible corner of your head.

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Add humor, overlain with

candor, or the commonly known,

then the exercise is done and you

may begin.

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allets

09-29-15

1137a

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czjustanemptyhead's picture

Wow this is amazing, I thank

Wow this is amazing, I thank you for posting this. I personally find this to be inspirational. I always come away with a little more than I had when reading your work. 

allets's picture

Humility Toward You

for your kind comment. Such praise, any poet would blush - and be gratefully content. Poet-too Poet - my bow to appreciation. ~allets~


 

 

SSmoothie's picture

Ah,  the master of that last

Ah,  the master of that last line irony.  The back flip of the champion prose_iac writer. Another thought pulling piece.brilliant!  


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

allets's picture

My Middle Name Is Irony

my last name is tongue in cheek

my first calling spoof at the sacred

nee watchoutIamwritingagain - :D allets

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Thanks for the read SS. One Big HUG!