JC Brul Poet Free verse

Imaginary

I walk barefooted
on an imaginary sand;
I paint my masterpiece,
in an imaginary canvas;
I sing a lovely tune
In an imaginary voice.

My footprints
were washed away
by the imaginary waves.
My painting was hung
on an imaginary wall;
My song was heard
by an imaginary crowd.

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Paghunda Zahid May 27, 2020 at 3:01 PM Imagine life without imagination. Only imaginations can add beauty to our life

John Watt April 17, 2020 at 12:22 PM Sometimes it's the imagination that keeps us sane! Thank you for sharing. I can relate with the melancholy undercurrent. ~ John

Gershon Wolf April 16, 2020 at 10:03 PM Imagine all that! (You did, of course). Smiles, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger April 16, 2020 at 8:07 PM Beautiful and imaginative.

Gordon Mcconnell April 16, 2020 at 6:05 PM The Imagination is a mysterious part of us,you bring it out here extremely well JCB, keep spilling your ink.

Tom Cunningham April 15, 2020 at 10:06 AM Makes one question our very existence, what is real and what isn't. Tom

Richard Lamoureux April 15, 2020 at 9:20 AM It seems you brought your imagination to life.

Kim Rodrigues April 15, 2020 at 8:22 AM A lovely imagination! I see myself on an imaginary ship looking out over the salty sea, breathing in its fresh air! Ahh...

Paul Callus April 15, 2020 at 7:17 AM Your imagination serves you well, JCB. In these times of isolation because of the virus, you are lucky to keep yourself entertained by your fertile imagination! ~ Regards // paul