With my imagination I can behold
Mysteries, stories, tales to be told
Search through the archives of my mind
Ask probing questions, transcend time
I'm sitting, just staring, so it would seem
Dreaming things that make my eyes gleam
Thinking up magical words to create
Making up characters, deciding their fate
Lost in the wonder of words I discover
Finding a rhythm, then writing another
Sitting in bed, pen in my hand
Come to me now, dear words, I command
When I have written, I like how I feel
Something shifts and inside I heal
In a quiet corner where my books all reside
Another notebook, words jumbled, I've tried
With a laptop and imagination, I tap away
Contented and happy in this simple way
Flying away in both heart and mind
Along with the wind, to see what I'll find
Past houses, trees and curious people
A windswept beach, a sombre church steeple
Thinking of questions, pondering answers
Daring to dream, take further chances
To ancient lands of haughty queens and kings,
Creatures and serpents and sinister things
Grotesque visions that make your heart lurch
Yes, imagination is the highest research!
Outside the window, the rain starts to fall
I'm lost to my imagination's beckoning call
I weave my words, unaware of the time
Oblivious to the washing, now wet on the line!
Suddenly I see my dear Mickey Blue Eyes
Who looks out, aghast, and hastily cries
"Didn't you hear it?"I give a sheepish no.
It's hard to believe I didn't, I know.
I said it before, but one more time...
Imagination is the place you will find
The research for all the things you ponder
True glory and hope, visions of wonder
Of course imagination is the highest research
It's always a blessing, but sometimes a curse!
Abruptly I have to crash back to Earth,
Be present and focused to prove my worth
So I must explain, I often feel misunderstood
I'm a wistful dreamer whose intentions are good
Although imagination does take me away
It's how I express the things I can't say
It's not laziness that you think you see
This is the magic of imagination for me
I'm sitting, just staring, so it would seem
Dreaming of things that make my eyes gleam
With my imagination I can behold
Mysteries, stories, tales to be told...
Linking up for Friday Reflections with a poem that is inspired by the following two prompts:
“Imagination is the highest form of research” – Albert Einstein. Use this quote in your post or as an inspiration for one.
What’s the one thing you wish others understood about you
Do you think imagination is the highest form of research?
What's the one thing you wish others understood about you?
