Home Imagism Poems

In The Forest Are Cottages
Is a cottage built
A two story home
With a Bay window
It has a stone front
then layered with bricks
Their entrance door red
The garage...

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The sponge was smiling back, to me, with all those arithmatics, done dishes
(a predestined setting) 
Cordial, versatile with a blatant truth, to shy from a...

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I'm a dreamer.

Do not snap me back to reality... 

I wish to linger 
in this sublime realm 
called imagination.
It's not a faraway destination.
I close my...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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Run away adventures-
                      ...

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Look up into the blue blanket sky feeling granular and fearful and sometimes fear isn't always to be afraid but to be immersed letting the...

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** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with...

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his day is almost done.
a tranquil getaway, 
yet still at home.
his solitude 
couldn't be more divine.
a rooftop repose; 
his perfect place 
to cogitate, to commune...

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Following Suzette's lead and going with 5 senses:

Hearing: midnight drums / blood rushing through your ears
Taste: the tingle tongue from too many kiwis / anticipation...

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Dust compacted, formed into bricks
Lain to last as lodged in time
Exposed labours to live in and live on
As labourer becomes dust
Unknown and forgotten...

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Earthquakes

Shaken up my dreams
Shaken up my home 
Shaken up my family
Shaken up my body

Destroyed my soul
Destroyed my existence
Destroyed my peace
Destroyed my tranquility

Wiped out my heart
Wiped...

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city of increasing fervor 
heavy with sealed glass windows
in vaulted towers
sky-high protection 
from the steady spew of cars
urban sidewalks in the
private grayness of fall
where sparrows...

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The mountains,                        ...

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trees along the fence line strain
stretched tight by the wind
turning inside and out 
leaves in all directions 
buffeting and thrashing in the howling gale 

sheets...

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I have a memory of picking wild strawberries with mother
         on a sunny afternoon when I was...

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