Imagination
.
darkness abounds
beneath the trees
in the deep woods
casting shadows
darker still
creating shapes
along the trails
hollow spots
that echo footsteps
crunching leaves
snapping sticks
long after creatures that made them
have run away
leaving just an earworm
Eric Clapton
singing in circles
filling the space between ears
because imagination
is boundless
easily melding
music and fears
.
.
.
Relative Something 
Nice one! But why the emphasis on fear? What image would you add to this? That could be the key. Surely the unknown is full of untapped potential, that you of all people may recognize, given you open yourself up to it. But fear, shuts us down, doesn’t it? May your poetry trigger that awareness, for how the world needs it, you, and your ability to enhance the immediate! A big hug.
Ian Rowcliffe
September 30, 2019 at 8:04 am
https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/09/23/amanda-palmer-mary-oliver-when-i-am-among-the-trees/?mc_cid=530e5fb22c&mc_eid=4253360e3e
Ian Rowcliffe
September 30, 2019 at 8:16 am
Nice find! Thanks for this link. Inspires me to write more about our trees.
johnwhays
September 30, 2019 at 10:17 pm
You are too sweet. Why fear? That’s easy. It rhymed with “ear” better than “mystical unknowns that lurk in the margins of possibility of the darkness in a deep forest.” Or something like that.
But, your point, and its inspiration are noted and welcomed. Thanks!
johnwhays
September 30, 2019 at 10:11 pm