imagination. #poetry

When I go

can I live
in my imagination
like I’ve always wanted?

I know sometimes
it seems like
I’m in a hurry to go
but I’m not.
Except when I am.


©2018 what sandra thinks
This poem follows no pattern or rules… it just kind of sits there. Maybe it’s not even one poem… maybe it’s two.

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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16 Responses to imagination. #poetry

  1. Marquessa says:

    Poetry doesn’t need rules. They just are what they are! 🙂 I liked it!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. emotionsoflife2016 says:

    Experiment the same feeling right now

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  3. It feels like two, then I re-read, and it flowed like one. Eye of the beholder, I guess. 😃

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Meg says:

    I like it, too. It’s circular. 💫

    Liked by 1 person

  5. That is a bit dark, but nice too. Hope you’re doing ok Sandra xxx

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