Tag Archives: imagination
Consciousness, a gift of accelerating time, provides no answers.
Here: too warm for Spring, not hot enough for Summer– a nameless season. (figtreepress.co.uk/liminal.htm)
Clandestine wandering— I like to think that’s how my mind works. My fantasies are all about how special I am and smart and unique. Reality? I’m always unsure. Simple physics: What I see in the mirror is backwards. I have … Continue reading
Sunlight finds my feet, warming better than slippers; Drowsiness follows.
The freeway is the ocean, the stars are just as high, but fewer. I am tired, but can still pretend what is real is somewhere near, not a lifetime away. My imagination saves me again. (top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: lovethesepics.com)
In the cavernous maw of human endeavor, I play with my dog. (top: izquotes.com; bottom: pinterest.com)
My story moves around who’s doing the telling; who’s listening also forms the shape of it. I don’t much care as long as it’s all about me. In the dark, when I cannot see the ceiling, it’s not all about … Continue reading
My shadow has a corona and baffles me with its otherworldly glow crowning the absence of light. How can this be? The world has rules. Obviously, I do not know them all. The light wavers around the silhouette of my … Continue reading
Nod and smile: no commitment, metaphorical hands in cerebral pockets, a performance artfully rendered in a vacuum of open connections and blithe attentiveness. Nothing is there disguised as a vague thought—the actor acts— sometimes convincing himself. How different when passion … Continue reading