Imagination frees imprisoned souls
to soar among the stars on golden wings
or rest upon the moon as gods of night.
To fill yourselves with grandeur, close your eyes.
You're kings and queens to rule enchanted lands
where dragons, wizards, trolls, and knights abound.
Exploring seven seas from fathoms deep
to Neptune's keep, with walls Tahitian pearl.
A mermaid sings for sailors lonesome tunes.
The forest comes alive where fairies play
or shadow monsters loom in silence. Then...
Imagination brings you safely home.
i-MA-gi-NA-tion FREES im-PRI-soned-SOULS
to SOAR a-MONG the STARS on GOL-den WINGS
or REST up-ON the MOON as GODS of NIGHT.
to FILL your-SELVES with GRAN-duer, CLOSE your EYES.
you're KINGS and QUEENS to RULE en-CHAN-ted LANDS
where DRA-gons, WI-zards, TROLLS, and KNIGHTS a-BOUND.
ex-PLOR-ing SE-ven SEAS from FA-thoms DEEP
to NEP-tune's KEEP, with WALLS, ta-HI-tian PEARL.
a MER-maid SINGS for SAI-lors LONE-some TUNES.
the FOR-est COMES a-LIVE where FAI-ries PLAY
or SHA-dow MON-sters LOOM in SI-lence. THEN...
Im-MA-gi-NA-tion BRINGS you SA-fely HOME.
Written by Arlene Smith
July 20, 2024
Contest: For new poets: An exercise in Iambic Pentemeter
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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