Imaginary Place.

by Jenn   Jun 19, 2010


In a place far away from real
A wondrous place sound and surreal
I'm so far away not wanting to return
To the endless winter...

In this place the sunflowers turn to bask in sunlight
Sounds of shallow creeks like shear delight
Flowers in bloom, winter is now faded
Every things at peace now, sorrow is eliminated.

Sitting under a willow beside my trickling creek
I'm free to find the peace that I desperately seek
Watching the water move over smooth stones
Wishing I was a creek free to flow on my own...

I lay down upon the bank, relaxing with a sigh
And stare deeply into my Imaginary Sky
A endless blue with small puff's of white
Wanting to be a bird so I could take flight

The sun now sinking pink orange and reds flare the sky
Soon I will fade from this place back to my cold winter
Life and problems it think I can now face
Now that I have rested in my Imaginary Place.

"Writing this was awesome because I think everyone has that place in there head..that to them is magical and helps them ease there minds from there sorrows. So that they can take a break from real life that in times can seem like an endless winter... and in this poem you hear about mine."

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  • 13 years ago

    by Veamm

    Greetings.

    Base on the comments below. I wonder why they only said few words even though this piece is so wonderful. It has so many beautiful thoughts and imagery. Another well penned piece.

    In a place far away from real
    A wondrous place sound and surreal
    I'm so far away not wanting to return
    To the endless winter...

    First of all, This is a dream for dreamers that doesn't want to return into reality. Dreaming is a wonderful gift. It gives a person something to believe in and a thing to create a passion for them to achieve.

    In this place the sunflowers turn to bask in sunlight
    Sounds of shallow creeks like shear delight
    Flowers in bloom, winter is now faded
    Every things at peace now, sorrow is eliminated.

    This stanza is all about the changing pace of the place/dream. And, How the bad things turn into something wonderful.

    I lay down upon the bank, relaxing with a sigh
    And stare deeply into my Imaginary Sky
    A endless blue with small puff's of white
    Wanting to be a bird so I could take flight

    This stanza is all about the tranquility and peacefulness of the dream and the beauty of the dream. And what kind of dream it is. Well done.

    Keep writing.
    I like your vocabulary.
    Another 5 for me

  • 13 years ago

    by Danny

    5/5

    I was there. Great description and good metaphor's.

    D.

  • 15 years ago

    by Lynn Anderson

    Great imagery! Beautiful!

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