A fleeting glimpse of
iridescent green-black house fly
sparks the convoluted nest
of my mind
I ride its back to netherlands
deep fathoms
yet unexplored
caves thick with onyxed dreams
Demons show their acid fangs
Chaos, Medusas, satyrs reign
allowing me passage
hoping my words will further their cause
When of a sudden
I’m roughly yanked
by Ariel, winged muse dragon
Soaring, whizzing past man’s space junk
I see stars, worlds, words
I’ve never seen
And they too, give me free passage
hoping I will further their cause
Then, a child’s cry of laughter
and I long once more
for the pink joy
of earthy sandbox fun
Returned to Earth
thrown back to childhood
where reality quivers, bowing
before the beauty of gossamered innocence
And once more
I am allowed free passage
where the magic of children’s living dreams
furthers my cause
Imagination, my kite
Reality, my string.
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Wow ~ I am ALWAYS blown away from your poetry ~ simply amazing writing! You share so much full~~flavored & textures ~~ l LOVE Your vivid detailed rich descriptions ~ and your themes in both story & rhyme ~ thanks for writing!!!
I don’t know whether to faint from your wonderful words, or just bow gracefully.. So very pleased you like this, Joanie, and my deep gratitude for your support…{{hugs}}
How true!!! & what a way to say all that!!!!! You did take me on a scary but nevertheless a journey one may take again…if the ending is “Imagination, my kite/ Reality, my string.” Just fabulous!!!!
Ah, thank you my friend for your enthusiasm and generous words! So pleased you like this
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Absolutely, just really really love this
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I absolutely love you for loving this..lol! Thank you, my friend!
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Wonderful mix of mythic and mundane
Thanks so much, John! Appreciate your stopping by and the nice comment!
imagination my kite…reality my dream….ha…what cool lines….ariel the muse dragon…smiles…i love being a kid…i dont want to grow up…it is what i fear of this new job honestly…
Put the mask on while you’re working…and know that you can take it off when you’re with your family, especially your kid…Your imagination and childlike wonder will never disappear, Brian. You’re gonna be okay. Thanks much for the read and kind words, my friend.
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oh i love this jackie..all the wonders and magic of childhood…we really need to treasure and keep this spirit…
So glad you agree, Claudia…let’s all play ’round the mulberry bush, and never grow up…completely. Thank you, much!
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haha..i’m in…smiles… happy saturday jackie
Happy Saturday to u too!
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Pick an age you like and stick with it, that’s my motto–or is that what’s called ‘arrested development?” Either way, I like it , and I love it manifesting here in your kite-like fancies. Nice one, Jackie–lots of freedom and fun.
Arrested development it might be…who cares…right? I will never grow up…I promised myself and the world that…a long time ago. Thanks so much for the read, and comment and glad you enjoyed!
Love this…Imagination, my kite
Reality, my string….so perfect!
Pleased you like it, A. Thank you
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What beauty. Amazing.
Aw, thank you ever so much. Very kind
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Fantastic metaphors – love this verse:
And then, a child’s cry of laughter
and I long once more
for the pink joy
of sandbox fun
All hail pink helmets and buckets
You know, of course, M. I was thinking of our “play dates” in the sandbox with the pink appurtanences..what else. lol. Two grown women behaving like children…and why not…! thanks for stopping by. Appreciate the read and comment!
I loved this trip – your imagination and flights of fancy were breathtaking and inspiring, these lines especially:
Imagination, my kite
Reality, my string.
Too much – loved this – Thanks for sharing, Moskaroo
Moskaroo! You are a dear and funny man…and a damned good poet as well. Thank you so much for the read and comment. Pleased you liked!
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‘I see stars, worlds, words
I’ve never seen’ ~ ‘caves thick with onyxed dreams’ – just gorgeous!!!
‘And then, a child’s cry of laughter
and I long once more
for the pink joy
of sandbox fun’
‘where the magic of children’s living dreams’
furthers my cause
‘Imagination, my kite’
– hugs you, Lib xoxoxx
Reality, my string’ ~
I adored this journey Jacquie so satisfying and comforting, even the encounter with those demons and their fangs, I knew they would be no barrier, as we sailed through on this wonderful kite ride of imagination
then to land in the sand box of ‘pink joy’ and right on I beamed with warm smiles throughout.
Lib dear…you always give my work such careful and thoughtful reads and comments…it truly delights me! Thank you so much…really pleased you like this one {{{bonesplinteringhugs}}}
I like the free passages to where imagination can take us…..of course, a string to reality is always good, but nothing like imagination to further the dreams
Thank you Heaven, for the read and comment…Appreciate your stopping by
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I keep saying that each poem I read tonight is my favourite; this is my new favourite
Wonderful! Looking forward to reading more by you.
So happy to be considered one of your favorites! You put me in great company:) Please feel free to return and make comments on my work. Much gratitude!
“Imagination, my kite
Reality, my string”
A brilliant device to bind together the opposing directions our minds can, and must take us. Great imagination and perception in this. A favorite, Jackie!
O, WOW! how I love your words here Steve! So pleased you like this..and grateful for your read and comment. I will get to your entry tomorrow. Thanks so very much
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Really stirring the emotional pot with this one lovely, words seem to resonate with me. Great life perception.
Yay, Shan! Your words have come to mean alot to me, truly! So glad you connected to this..woot woot! Thank you, so much!
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love ya girl xxx
Ya’ gettin’ that love right back, Welch poet lady! {{huglets}}
Love!
The whimsy way you’ve put the thoughts together.
Imagination and dreams — wonderful.
Thanks so much! Pleased you like this
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I commented, it disappeared, to recap:
I really love this!
Can’t get enough praise! LOL! Thanks again!
What a trip you took me on, fabulous.
Very pleased you like it! Thanks so much
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Well, you do know that I’m really Peter Pan (aka Wilkin) … don’t you? And you must have known that this lovely poem would appeal to me big style? Oh, oh, oh for imagination, Jacquie … & what a way in on the back of that iridescent fly … back/forward to childhood, to play &, of course, to be creative. We cannot be creative if we cannot play … well, not according to D.W. Winnicott, any way
Because when we are back in the sand pit we see & discover things that are not visible to our adult eyes.
‘Imagination, my kite
Reality, my string.’
There is no separation between the two, they are inextricably linked … & both are ‘real’, I believe. I felt the gentle nudge of ‘Summer Trembling’ as I read this wonderful poem, Jacquie, as though you had stepped out of it … paused for a moment … & then written this. Totally predictably, I love it
Can this Tinkerbell from hell not hide any secrets of self from therapist, Wilkin, aka, Peter Pan? And yes…what the hell is reality anyway. Dreams and phantasy are so much a part of the creative life…that it is surely reality. I’m so pleased, mate, that you see what you see and enjoy my attempt to describe imagination and its so important role in our lives. Yup. I paused, much like in Trembling Summer, stepped out into the void and chanced it. And there it is. Thank you again, Peter, my friend, for your gentle probing sensitivity. Huzzah!
so captivating..enjoyed the journey through imagination you took me too. adore all lines here, and these made me smile especially:
/I long once more
for the pink joy
of earthy sandbox fun/
thank you for sharing such beauty!:)
O, u are so welcome! And I thank you as well for the generous comment!
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Wonderful imagination! Mine is a lot like yours too… Amazing where it takes us… But mine doesn’t get sparked by those damned irridescent green flies, I only think of ridding them of their existence in my space as quickly as possible…. But the childhood dreams and imaginations are so wonderful. I still remember the games we played and can clearly see all the faces of my friends just as we were back then… So funny that we have changed so much. Back then we viewed grown ups as a different creed and yet now, as adults, we find ourselves to be those same little kids savoring those memories so strongly….. Thanks for the trip to memory lane…..
I wonder if we have changed that much…Perhaps we need to wear masks as adults…but the childhood dreams are still there waiting to be tapped, to be played out, if we would but allow ourselves to do so. We need to tap the child in all of us…never let that imagination die. Thank you so much for your read and comment!
Amazing work as usual. Also, this:
I see stars, worlds, words
I’ve never seen
And they too, give me free passage
hoping I will further their cause
reminds me of Blade Runner. Never a bad thing.
How interesting, Sky….Blade Runner…I would not have thought of that… Thanks so much for the read and comment!
O you beauty, Fu! This theme really is kicking the butt of reality! It’s interesting how our macho selves (and whatever is the female version of macho), our grownup adult seriousness, sometimes hampers our progress and prevents us from regaining that childlike state. Not being afraid of letting our imaginations take flight again is key to moving on and making progress as human beings.
I love this because it addresses that issue full on. Well done, M’am.
[netherlands = Neverland, as in Peter Pan?]
Ah, so glad you see what I see, poet John! It’s our childlike imagination, our ability to see beyond “what is” to what could be that defines our humanity, I think..well, we are both saying the same thing, I think…in different ways. I used “netherlands” here as referring to regions…dark and below…but I can see where it can also be thought of as Peter Pan’s Neverland. Thanks so much for your read and great comment, John!
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Yoo-Hoo are you having a story narrated in your head? Reading Rainbow time? I’m screwing with ya (I play with the ones I love). This is just wonderful. Seriously the sense of having to take a step back and expand the noggin is a gorgeous play. Fantastic poem here
Welcome to the blog! And thank you very much for your generosity and kind words. Pleased you like it! Come again! xoxoxo
Just lovely : ) “Imagination, my kite / Reality, my string.” is such a poignant conclusion. May the mirror always be open for your imagination : ))
(“Poignant” in the sense of “trenchant” I mean.)
I get it!
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Aw, thanks so much, Martin for the lovely words about “Imagination” So very much appreciated. Hugs
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