
I felt inspired by dVerse poets pub’s Quadrille prompt today to ponder possibilities. My quadrille came to me almost complete (short one word) in the shower.
Imagination’s Playground
The imaginative life
is a playground of possibilities
until all the door and windows
are locked and the bed
is on fire
then there are only two possibilities:
to dance or to cower
and soon there is one:
to face all the unimagined possibilities
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Your poem has a great message.
Isn’t it interesting when a poem arrives? I like hearing that this one came to you in the shower. I can relate. Sometimes I am scampering for a pen to write before I forget the words. These lines jumped out and could be a poem all on their own.
“The imaginative life
is a playground of possibilities”
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This is incredibly poignant! π
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I’m glad you like it.
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Well written
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Thank you.
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Welcome Always…Hope you’re safe!
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I choose to dance!! Well done.
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The ending is great! Really enjoyed the poem π
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Thank you.
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I like the contrast between imagination and reality here! π
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a playground of possibilities… really nice way to think of it.
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Neither dance nor cower, but run like hell for the possibilities!
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Don’t you love when the poems practically write themselves? π
“to dance or to cower” – love this.
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Yes. This prompt was great! If only my novel would do that. Thank you.
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Beautifully penned. π
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Thank you.
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