Myth

Myth The single most exceptional Occurrence of anyone’s life A time worthy of illusions And grandiose imagination Where one might rest their eyes And see a parade of dreams Myth A prompt impression of fabrication Leading to images of perfection A world of heavenly majestic being Opened completely to youthful eyes The essence sealed within ones soul Everyone could use such creativity Russell Sivey

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Doris Culverhouse

Date: 10/7/2011 4:40:00 PM

I'm a legend in my own mind.....Myth Russell how are you? The soup is perking good today. Missed it for a few days there.

Journey Mcknight

Date: 10/7/2011 9:06:00 AM

I have been on that side and at times it's fantastic but the overkill, really burns bridges, and you are left with the hottest tears streaming, so admiration for this is sweet, appreciated since I can wholeheartedly relate to this word for word.I'm glad I read you this morning. a big Thank God for weekend for all of us left-brainers.... Cindy

Don Johnson

Date: 10/7/2011 1:13:00 AM

Imagination better still, than reality goes into overkill, love your poem orright, ole hippy says outa sight, and should! on ya cobber mate...

Gwendolen Song

Date: 10/6/2011 11:23:00 PM

It's what keeps me up late at night reading fiction...it's the illusion...the myth! Great poem...super descriptive write...if you love myths and legends, u are right, it is sealed within one's soul. My favorite are the historical myths. ~~ Gwendolen