My Imagination

Today, I miss my hugging monster.

He is not a kangaroo but he sports a goatie wear.



I also miss my kissing bear

Everyday he is not so near



His pens are sharp with words to scare

My heart when throbbing cease to snare.



The innocence of my virgin mind

In thought reprieved my broken rhyme.



Where's that huggie monster of mine?

Is he running aloof to hide his prime?



I miss that playful mind of mine

Of thought my imagination will outshine!



~greenmeadow~

2/18/2006




Author's Notes/Comments: 

~to my poetry workshop friend~

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