Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Imagination

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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

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Written by johnwhays

September 30, 2019 at 6:00 am

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  1. 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


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