The Mother of Imagination

Feel the wind, Feel the rain desend. Go on and close your eyes, Feel our Rebirth. Feel as we tread the earth. Open your eyes, See nature as it smiles. Breath in this tranquility, Can you sense earth's stability? Nature is beauty at its purest, Listen as the crickets beat the drums. Watch as love is at its truest and ripest form. This is where imagination is born, It doesn't get anymore original.

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Justin Bordner

Date: 11/4/2016 7:01:00 PM

Your beautifully wise poem makes me think of how everyone's heart is like an Earth, in some places its pure, in others, polluted, there are ancient places and modern as well, and if we live there long enough we begin to understand what love and originality are Ettie...J.A.B.

Ettie Christian-Bowling
Date: 11/25/2016 10:19:00 PM

Thank you so much for your comment Justin your words are forever meaningful to me-Love Ettie

Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 4/10/2016 12:06:00 AM

BRAVO Ettie! The mother of imagination indeed... we need but open our eyes and ears to earth's wonders to appreciate imagination's true birth. Best wishes, Keith

Ettie Christian-Bowling
Date: 4/10/2016 9:21:00 AM

Much agreed on that Keith! Thank you for your kind comment!-Love Ettie

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/6/2016 9:17:00 PM

Hi, Ettie, nice to see you post again. :) I do love Earth and her stability. Awesomely done on the imagination. Creative write. I truly like the way you summoned every sense of imagination... LINDA

Ettie Christian-Bowling
Date: 4/6/2016 11:57:00 PM

Yes recently have not put much of my work out there been so busy with everyday life or so it seems but...thank you for your feedback it means SO MUCH!-Love Ettie