Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Imagination's Throne

Underwater prisms and rainbows
  shimmering translucent seas
Exotic fish, bizarre shapes and sizes
  colorful coral grown larger than trees

Imagination yields her accustomed throne
  to phantasmagoria, kaleidoscopic scenes...
Yet gazing out my window to at rolling fields of corn
  at golden grains and sunsets, to simplicity are we born

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Rico Leffanta July 27, 2021 at 11:47 AM The first verse is enjoyed by snorkellers, but the second verse does not bode well for anyone . . . . Gershon Wolf July 27, 2021 at 5:54 PM I hear what you're saying, Rico. The second stanza kind of degenerates into 'whatever-ness' for no valid reason... Maybe I can fix that. Thanks for the feedback. :) gw

L Milton Hankins July 27, 2021 at 9:41 AM Good one, gw. I'm with you. Imagination is a fascinating, wonderful diversion, and we all need it right now.

Mike Gentile July 27, 2021 at 8:03 AM And a vivid imagination is yours GW. This one is so bright, I reached for my sunglasses . I loved it! Happy Tuesday! Gershon Wolf July 28, 2021 at 7:07 PM Hope you've got a strong pair (of shades) there! lol. :)

Unseeking Seeker July 26, 2021 at 9:35 PM Enjoy the dreamy, ambedo reverie Gershon Wolf July 28, 2021 at 7:07 PM I shall -- as soon as I figure out what 'ambedo' means. Giggles, Gershon

Eve Roper July 26, 2021 at 9:13 PM Great imagery , Gershon, you took me to the depth of another world until the word Cannabis! caught my thought and said wait a-minute :) And a conk on the head is not very comforting I took a spill a year ago that landed me in an ambulance to the hospital to see if I was ok... I felt my head bounce of the ceramic tile.. ouch Gershon Wolf July 27, 2021 at 5:52 PM Sorry to have brought back such painful memories... Maybe I should change the last two lines and keep the whole poem on the up-and-up! ~ gw