imagination. #poetry

Posted on 25 April 2018 by what sandra thinks

—
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:
    25 April 2018 at 8:42 pm

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

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  2. emotionsoflife2016 says:
    25 April 2018 at 9:30 pm

    Experiment the same feeling right now

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  3. sonofabeach96 says:
    25 April 2018 at 10:15 pm

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

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  4. Meg says:
    25 April 2018 at 10:49 pm

    I like it, too. It’s circular. 💫

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  6. Diary of a Dublin housewife says:
    26 April 2018 at 10:00 am

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

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