The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/
We walked pass the ‘Imagination Garden Kindergarten & Childcare’ centre this morning, and I was reminded of this poem I wrote in August 2020, when the building was being constructed. All the photos in my post here today were taken this morning at the “Imagination” centre ..
Imagination (revised)
Boldly, the sign “Imagination” is written on the wall
The silent gift of creativety that is given to us all
Imagination looks beyond the distant horizon
To where a blue sky unites the oceans
Imagination looks above the gathering dark clouds
To where a golden sun dispels all doubts
Imagination looks inside the essence of nature
To where a nurtured animal instinct matures
Imagination looks outside the boundaries of mankind
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a ‘Tanka’ called Infinity Times Infinity, and here today I have altered the Tanka, to form an eight-line poem .. For betterer, or worserer .. here is my revised piece … below: after my poem is the ‘original Tanka’
Infinity Times Infinity (Revised)
Between flying high
From here, to out there
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity times infinity,
The foundation of light?
Infinity Times Infinity (a Tanka)
Beyond the daylight A trillion light-years away Is there further light? Where does the universe end? Is infinity the light?
** Please enjoy the Waterboys song below, “Mad as the Mist and Snow”, the words are directly taken from the W B Yeats poem of the same and musically adapted by Mike Scott
Bolt and bar the shutter for the foul winds blow Our minds are at their best this night and I seem to know That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow.
Horace there by Homer stands, Plato stands below And here is Tully’s open page, how many years ago Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow? Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow?
You ask what makes me sigh, what makes me shudder so I shudder and I sigh to think that even Cicero And many minded Homer were mad as the mist and snow That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow …
This week’s challenge on Weekly Prompts is: MISSING. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .. and my Limerick below is in response to the prompt ‘Missing’
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